| Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house
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| Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique
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| We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas
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| Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep
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| Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house
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| Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique
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| We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas
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| Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep
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| Now, every day is Labor Day or Fourth of July
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| When it’s the cool side of hot and not a cloud in the sky
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| Ain’t got a care in this world, ain’t got no plans
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| I’m just around the house hangin' out with all my friends
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| And then it crossed my mind… Up 129
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| And across three bridges is a helluva time
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| Lake Sinclair, Putnam County ain’t far
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| TJ, call the women; |
| Dillon, grab a couple jars
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| Tell Brad get the brewksi, Lou bring the liquor
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| And I’ll tune up the Martin so I can pick a little
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| Cody B, bring that cooler that’s long and wide
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| And 'bout 4 feet deep and go fill it up with ice
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| Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house
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| Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique
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| We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas
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| Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep
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| Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house
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| Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique
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| We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas
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| Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep
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| We got — folks on boats, jet skis, and floats
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| And we jumpin' outta trees and we swingin' off ropes
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| Got a cooler full of Bud, Jack, Jimmy, and cokes
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| Pontoon pad with buddies and they all got jokes
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| I got my nephew fishin'; |
| red crawlers on the hook
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| Threw a hog in the ground, let that big fella cook
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| Cannon ball contest and some cutoff jeans
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| I’d pull my jack-knife out, but I don’t wanna cause a scene
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| Like them camouflage bikinis, hello kitty
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| All Jones County girls and they sure are pretty
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| Belly buttons in the shade if you know what I mean
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| Cornbread fed, shakin' like something you never seen
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| Every country boy’s dream; |
| you keep on dreamin'
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| Cause that one right there, yea she belongs to Demun
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| The highway on the XM and we gettin' turnt up
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| Honey pour me another drink in my Solo cup, come on
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| Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house
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| Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique
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| We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas
|
| Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep
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| Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house
|
| Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique
|
| We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas
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| Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep
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| When the night starts fallin' and the tops still poppin'
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| And the fun just begun, let the sun keep on droppin'
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| And put your off on… And put your off on…
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| Playin' my guitar and feelin' a little silly
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| Tryin' to break a G-string and sing a little Willie
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| The sun went down and the moon’s all the way up
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| The moonshine’s shinin', looks like we gonna stay up
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| So crank the boombox and pour some more shots
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| It’s the white trash Hamptons, the dance floor is the dot
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| We just getting started and the party don’t stop
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| The sheriff is my neighbor, we ain’t worried bout the cops so
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| Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house
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| Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique
|
| We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas
|
| Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep
|
| Pack up the party, let’s take it to the lake house
|
| Two Waverunners and a ski Nautique
|
| We can pick up a keg and make some margaritas
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| Get barefoot, sunburnt, barely any sleep |