| Well there’s a cinder block juke joint down by the river side
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| It’s where I carry my cash from the working week
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| They got a waitress that’ll turn your head
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| Bring you catfish and cornbread
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| Beer bustin' out of the keg like its springin' a leak
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| The band in the corner don’t do nothin' but rock 'n' roll
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| They ain’t learned one new song since bad to the bone
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| But the women get up on their feet
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| To anything with a good back beat
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| And if you dance with them long enough
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| You might take her home
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| So drive till you can’t drive no more
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| Till the road runs out and green water rolls
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| Think you’ve gone as far as you can go
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| Well the party’s just getting' started on river road
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| Well there use to be a ferry to carry you on across
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| But you can still see the lights of the city from the parking lot
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| Anyway nobody seemed to care what they got goin' on over there
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| Cause us people on the river we’re happy with what we got
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| So drive till you can’t drive no more
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| Till the road runs out and green water rolls
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| Think you’ve gone as far as you can go
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| Well the party’s just getting' started on river road
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| So drive till you can’t drive no more
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| Till the road runs out and green water rolls
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| Think you’ve gone as far as you can go
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| Well the party’s just getting' started on river road
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| Yeah the party’s just getting' started on river road |