| When the workday’s done there’s a place we go
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| Where pirates used to party and the rum still flows
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| A little fishin' shack down a long grass road
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| Where everybody knows your name
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| Lawn chairs or barstools yeah pull up a seat
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| A place through the woods cell phone towers can’t reach
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| «No Trespassing» signs out where life’s a beach
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| No last call to kick you out
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| Where every hour is a happy hour
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| Meet me down at the old sand bar
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| Where our neon lights are the northern stars
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| Big full moon rising up and CCR
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| Meet me down at the old sand bar
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| Jeff and Jenny stealing kisses on a driftwood stub
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| Billy-bobs and fireflies gonna light things up
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| Boys playing football ‘neath the midnight sun
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| There’s a girl out on the sand
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| On a Navajo blanket hoping I’ll hold her hand
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| Meet me down at the old sand bar
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| Where our neon lights are the northern stars
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| Big full moon rising up and CCR
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| Meet me down at the old sand bar
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| Meet me down at the old sand bar
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| Where our neon lights are the northern stars
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| Big full moon rising up and CCR
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| Meet me down at the old sand bar
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| Meet me down at the old sand bar
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| Meet me down at the old sand bar |