| I don’t like you, and you don’t like me
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| We don’t like each other, it’s plain to see
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| I’ve got a pistol, all you’ve gots a knife
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| You’d better move on, cause it ain’t worth your life
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| That girl on the barstool, she ain’t your kind
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| She was married to my cousin, but tonight she’s mine
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| Go hit on those girls in your big city town
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| You’d better be going, I ain’t messing around
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| What are you doin' down here
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| We don’t like your kind boy, do I make myself clear
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| Better take your earing back where you belong
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| We don’t like your kind, so you’d better move on
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| We just don’t mingle with the folks from the town
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| You laugh at us rednecks and you put us all down
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| You said you’re from college, but you don’t seem too
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| Bright
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| Cause you just brought a switchblade to a pistol
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| Fight
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| What are you doin' down here
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| We don’t like your kind boy, do I make myself clear
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| Better take your earing back where you belong
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| We don’t like your kind, so you’d better move on
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| Old Joe said to take it to the parking lot
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| He’s been a little nervous since the jukebox was
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| Shot
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| I won’t pull out my pistol if you put up your knife
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| I keep my woman and you keep your life |