| Back road livin' moonshine sippin'
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| Four wheel drive with a bad chick in it
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| Take an old dirt road turn the radio up
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| Lock in the four wheel drive and try to get stuck
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| Just a good old boys gettin' down out here
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| So if you’re about the drama don’t come around down here
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| Got my whole crew with me throwin' down round here
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| It’s a hell of a party it’s goin' down out here
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| We got the tailgate slammed with Bud Light on ice
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| Got a pretty little girl dancin' in the moonlight
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| It’s the way we were raised and that’s how we’ll stay
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| So pull out the guitar and sing
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| We drop a tailgate in the back of the woods
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| Got a jar full of shine you know we livin' it good
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| So put your hands up high if you feel how I feel
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| And that’s the way we was supposed to live
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| We drop a tailgate in the back of the woods
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| Got a cooler full of beer you know we livin' it good
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| So put your hands up high if you feel how I feel
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| And that’s the way we was supposed to live
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| We was supposed to live
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| Brought up in a little town just a speck on the map
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| Raised up right taught to not talk back
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| We live our lives a little slower than most
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| Rather ride back roads and chill on the coast
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| Find an old cotton field way off the beaten path
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| Four wheel drives with some girls in the back
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| It’s a mud slingin' 'til the sun goes down
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| Sittin' by a fire is better than a night on the town
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| Grab the jar then pass it around
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| For miles an old guitar is the only sound
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| So grab your girl, the finest one in this town
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| And let your tailgate down
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| We drop a tailgate in the back of the woods
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| Got a jar full of shine you know we livin' it good
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| So put your hands up high if you feel how I feel
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| And that’s the way we was supposed to live
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| We drop a tailgate in the back of the woods
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| Got a cooler full of beer you know we livin' it good
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| So put your hands up high if you feel how I feel
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| And that’s the way we was supposed to live
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| We was supposed to live
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| I’ll be headed on the road why you need blacktop
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| Sitting so high on the six inch shocks
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| Twelves in the cab make the whole town rock
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| You know it ain’t a party 'til the tailgate drop
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| We drop a tailgate in the back of the woods
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| Got a jar full of shine you know we livin' it good
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| So put your hands up high if you feel how I feel
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| And that’s the way we was supposed to live
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| We drop a tailgate in the back of the woods
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| Got a cooler full of beer you know we livin' it good
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| So put your hands up high if you feel how I feel
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| And that’s the way we was supposed to live
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| We was supposed to live |