| Sittin' in the bed of my turck
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| Barefoot and cuddled up
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| Sippin' sweet tea in the settin sun
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| Its so hot outside
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| Her hairs untied and all undone
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| Johnson Hill overlooks the fence
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| To the only drive-in left
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| From here to Lincholn county
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| A little statics alright with us
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| Yeah, its Friday night how
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| We unwind and get all undone
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| Tune our dial to 1650
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| A coleman lantern and hot dogs grillin
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| Ain’t no one up here but a few bull frogs
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| Yeah our idea of getting crazy has alot
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| To do with just getting lazy
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| On a patch quilted blanket, we’ll put
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| The brakes on the rush
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| Yeah its Friday at night time to unwind and
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| Get all undone
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| Fog settin in, the air is so thick
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| Nights like these its good to be wet
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| So we might go dippin' in Miller’s pond
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| Yes we might
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| Turn the headlights off, leave the radio on
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| And get all undone
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| Tune our dial to 1650
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| A coleman lantern and hot dogs grillin'
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| Ain’t no one up here but a few bullfrogs
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| Our idea of gettin crazy has a lot to do with just gettin' lazy
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| On a patch quilted blanket we’ll put the
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| Brakes on the rush
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| Yeah it’s Friday at night, time to unwind and get all undone
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| Yeah its Friday night |