| One bull fight leads to another
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| If you gonna fight Billy
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| Gonna have to fight his brother
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| Feelin' like Superman
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| Cold beer in my hand
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| I’ve been waitin' all week long
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| Johnny on the jukebox
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| Jenny in the shadowbox
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| Nothin' but her lipstick on
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| Shoot a little fireball
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| Shoot a little nine ball
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| Back against the back wall crowd
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| I don’t need to smoke
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| But I’ll take another toke
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| 'Cause tonight I’m burnin' it down
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| Step right up, paid your little cover
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| Try to out drink a bunch a redneck mothers
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| One Bud Light leads to another
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| If you’re gonna fight Billy
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| Gonna have to fight his brother
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| Gonna fight Billy
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| Gonna have to fight his brother
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| Yonder come a plow boy
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| Trash talkin' cowboy
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| Actin' like he’s ten feet tall
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| Billy’s kissin' Ontrea
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| Hell, it’s just the first date
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| Met her in the bathroom stall
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| Cat on a tin roof
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| Higher than the 90 proof
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| Howlin' like a bluetick hound
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| Steady as the beer flows
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| Everything in here goes
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| Circus done come to town
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| Yeah, step right up, paid your little cover
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| Try to out-drink a bunch a redneck mothers
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| One Bud Light leads to another
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| If you’re gonna fight Billy
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| Gonna have to fight his brother
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| Gonna fight Billy
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| Gonna have to fight his brother
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| Everything was goin' fine
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| 'Till I hit the moonshine
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| Billy spilled a drink on me
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| Should’a known better
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| Hell, I knew better
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| But I rared back and took a swing
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| I said, step right up, paid your little cover
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| Try to out-drink a bunch a redneck mothers
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| One Bud Light leads to another
|
| If you’re gonna fight Billy
|
| Gonna have to fight his brother
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| Gonna fight Billy
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| Gonna have to fight his brother
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| One bull fight leads to another
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| If you gonna fight Billy
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| Gonna have to fight his brother |