| Saturday night and the moon is out
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| Just shinin' over top of the pines
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| I’m headin' on down to my baby’s house
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| Gonna take her on a midnight ride
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| Now I’m on these backroads winding down to Kickapoo Creek
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| Dancin' and singin' to some good ol' boys like me
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| Baby, there’s a shooting star
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| That was for me and you
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| So, hold me tight, make that wish, and pray that it comes true
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| I ain’t sure of much
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| But this I know —
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| I got a diamond in my pocket and my baby’s got a heart of gold
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| I brought along a little courage and coleman cooler Just to help me out
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| My hands are shaking like canebrake rattler
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| Nothing’s gonna save me now
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| Might as well jump in head first; |
| lay it all on the line
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| What am I worrying about never gonna be a more perfect time
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| Cause baby, there’s a shooting star
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| That was for me and you
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| So, hold me tight, and make that wish, and pray that it comes true
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| I ain’t sure of much
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| But this I know…
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| I got a diamond in my pocket and my baby’s got a heart of gold
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| Well I didn’t have money for a broadway show but the crickets are singing to
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| the radio
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| And we got tickets, on the very front porchhhhhh
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| Baby, there’s a shooting star
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| That was for me and you
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| So, hold me tight, and make that wish, and pray that it comes true
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| I ain’t sure of much
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| But this I know…
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| I got a diamond in my pocket and my baby’s got a heart of gold
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| I got a diamond in my pocket and my baby’s got a heart of gold |