| Hangin' out at the old park pool
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| Right after Sunday school
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| Banana Boat, a rubber float
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| Another summer afternoon
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| Bonfire at the creek tonight
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| Bubba bringin' some homemade wine
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| Just enough to catch a buzz
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| And get us countrified
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| Oh, my my, that’s just the way we do it
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| Cut off Levi’s and kickin' country music
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| Miles from nowhere, there ain’t no city limits
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| And that’s where you’re gonna find us havin' a small town big time
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| A population 903
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| Half of them are kin to me
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| And those that ain’t, they know my name
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| We’re like one big family
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| Gather at that old campsite
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| To lie about the fish and their size
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| Uncle Carl and his old guitar
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| Singin', «Louisiana Saturday Night»
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| Oh, my my, that’s just the way we do it
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| Cut off Levi’s and kickin' country music
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| Miles from nowhere, there ain’t no city limits
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| And that’s where you’re gonna find us havin' a small town big time
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| Oh, my my, that’s just the way we do it
|
| Cut off Levi’s and kickin' country music
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| Miles from nowhere, there ain’t no city limits
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| And that’s where you’re gonna find us havin' a small town big time
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| A small town big time |