| Sixty on a county road
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| Speed limit thirty-five
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| That’s how I spent my summer
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| Back in 1985
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| I was on my way to Buckwild
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| And she was waiting there on me
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| Like lipstick on a hurricane
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| She’s all I’d never need
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| But I just couldn’t leave
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| I get by for a while
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| Getting off on the thunder
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| Getting high on going under
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| I don’t try but I
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| Keep tradin' pleasure for the pain
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| I wish I didn’t like the rain
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| I wish I didn’t like the rain
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| Well I sure would like to tell you
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| That the man you see right now
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| Has finally learned his lesson
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| Got a few things figured out
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| But I still love a downpour
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| And some crazy in my drink
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| While I’m in over my head
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| But I’m still smiling while I sing
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| I get by for a while
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| Getting off on the thunder
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| Getting high on going under
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| I don’t try but I
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| Keep tradin' pleasure for the pain
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| I wish I didn’t like the rain
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| I wish I didn’t like the rain
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| I wish I didn’t like the rain
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| (Instrumental)
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| I get by for a while
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| Getting off on the thunder
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| Getting high on going under
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| I don’t try but I
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| Keep tradin' pleasure for the pain
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| I wish I didn’t like the rain
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| I wish I didn’t like the rain
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| I wish I didn’t like the rain
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| (Instrumental outro) |