| You can see it from the river
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| To the top of white pine ridge
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| Burning like a summer sun
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| A bunch of rednecks getting half lit
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| There’s mud-covered trucks and suvs
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| Cranking out Hank and AC/DC
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| At the bonfire, out in the sticks
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| Country backwoods, homegrown hicks
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| Bonfire, dance a little jig
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| Hold up your cup and take another swig
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| Won’t sleep til dawn, party right down to the wire
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| At the bonfire
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| Everybody sees the headlights
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| When old Sheriff John pulled up
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| We all got a little nervous
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| It’s too late to hide our cups
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| He pops a top and hollers real loud
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| Dont worry yall i came to hang out
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| At the bonfire, out in the sticks
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| Country backwoods, homegrown hicks
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| Bonfire, dance a little jig
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| Hold up your cup and take another swig
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| Won’t sleep til dawn, party right down to the wire
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| At the bonfire
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| You dont have to be from around here
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| To know right where to go
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| All you gotta do is load up
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| And head towards glow
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| At the bonfire, out in the sticks
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| Country backwoods, homegrown hicks
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| Bonfire, dance a little jig
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| Hold up your cup and take another swig
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| Won’t sleep til dawn, party right down to the wire
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| At the bonfire
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| At the bonfire |