| Cover band ona Flora-Bama deck
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| A thousand sun-burned souls
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| Rum-runners and cold Bud Light
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| A little Friday night summertime rock and roll
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| Packed in tight, they were singin' along
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| I was hanging on the edge of the crowd
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| When you spilled your beer down the back of my shirt
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| You had me when I turned around
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| Guitars on the Gulf breeze
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| Smoke rings 'round the neon
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| Moonlight in your blue eyes
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| 'Neath that Georgia hat that you had on
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| Just one night to hold you
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| No, that ain’t what I call fair
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| But the memories burn in my mind
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| Like those lighters in the air
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| Lighters in the air
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| That one look led to a walk on the beach
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| And more kisses than I could count
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| The best kind of wild and down-home smile
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| I’ve ever had these arms around
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| The ams were screamin' and the people were too
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| While were slow dancing on our bare feet
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| Ain’t it funny how we missed it all
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| And still didn’t miss a thing?
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| Guitars on the Gulf breeze
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| Smoke rings 'round the neon
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| Moonlight in your blue eyes
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| 'Neath that Georgia hat that you had on
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| Just one night to hold you
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| No, that ain’t what I call fair
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| But the memories burn in my mind
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| Like those lighters in the air
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| Lighters in the air
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| The thought of you won’t let me go
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| It’s been holding on for years
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| It don’t take much to take me back
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| Everytime I hear
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| Guitars on the Gulf breeze
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| Smoke rings 'round the neon
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| Moonlight in your blue eyes
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| 'Neath that Georgia hat that you had on
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| Just one night to hold you
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| No, that ain’t what I call fair
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| But the memories burn in my mind
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| Like those lighters in the air
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| Lighters in the air
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| Raise your lighters in the air |