| She got her smile on, doggone, nothing in the world’s wrong
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| We’re rolling down a country road
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| She’s my shotgun rider, I’m a lucky dog beside her
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| My lips are where her kisses go
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| She loves when we go to the river and get in the water
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| And buddy, she’s hotter than south Georgia in July
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| Man, when I’m with her I can’t get enough of her
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| I got to kiss her and I got to hug her and brother she’s mine all mine
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| This ole boy got it going on, I got the good Lord smiling on me
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| Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine got me buzzing like a bee
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| She’s got her pretty little head on my shoulder
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| Nobody else gets to hold her but this ole boy
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| We’re in my old Ford, oh Lord, holes in my floor board
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| But she don’t seem to mind
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| We park in a hay field, fog up the windshield
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| My kind of killing time
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| She sweetens my tea and butters my biscuit
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| I am who I am and brother she gets it, I ain’t got to change a thing
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| I don’t know if it could get any better
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| But man, if it does then I reckon I better get to picking out a ring
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| This ole boy got it going on, I got the good Lord smiling on me
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| Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine got me buzzing like a bee
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| She’s got her pretty little head on my shoulder
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| Nobody else gets to hold her but this ole boy
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| This ole boy got it going on, I got the good Lord smiling on me
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| Her big blue eyes and a sweet red wine’s got me buzzing like a bee
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| She’s got her pretty little head on my shoulder
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| Nobody else get to hold her, this ole boy, oh, this ole boy
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| She got her smile on, doggone, nothing in the world’s wrong |