| If there’s a full moon hanging high
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| you can bet there’s a jacked up four wheel drive.
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| Cruising with the crew with a beer on ice,
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| looking for the girls that’ll let their hair down.
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| Lead us on, get us thinking they might
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| share a little sugar on a Friday night.
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| Making midnight memories lighting up the sky.
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| In the country side we turn it up loud.
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| Down here we keep the good times flowing,
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| red dirt flying, and the radio going.
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| We got each other’s back and everybody knows it,
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| yeah me and my down home boys
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| Know how to show a town what’s up we pass it around then fill it back up.
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| Ain’t nobody gonna live this life up like me and my down home boys.
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| We’re tighter than the tops will twist off
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| when the sun goes down and the work day’s gone.
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| Like something straight out of a country song,
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| raised up all farm tan tough.
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| With the scuffs all over our boots.
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| Little rough tangled up in our roots.
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| Yeah, we got a little soft side too
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| when the girls get us all wrapped up.
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| Down here we keep the good times flowing,
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| red dirt flying, and the radio going.
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| We got each other’s back and everybody knows it,
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| yeah me and my down home boys
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| Know how to show a town what’s up We pass it around then fill it back up.
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| Ain’t nobody gonna live this life up like me and my down home boys. |