| Pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford
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| Brown bagged bottle rolling round that floor
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| That we fake ID’d from the corner store
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| Had to head on back and get a little more
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| Cause we’re pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford
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| Nowhere bound, just to swig a little pour
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| Yeah, catch a little buzz and a kiss up against that door
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| Keep the party going til we get a little torn, hey, yeah
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| Well, it’s a two-tone rust bucket
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| But cranks up every damn time
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| On a dime
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| Naw, it ain’t much to look at
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| But it gets me on down the line
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| We’ll have a real good time
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| Pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford
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| It’s what you do when you’re small town bored
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| Just like my daddy and his daddy before
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| Damn, she likes to hear that thing roar, hey, yeah
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| Well, it’s a two-tone rust bucket
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| But cranks up every damn time
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| On a dime
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| Naw, it ain’t much to look at
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| But it gets me on down the line
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| We’ll have a real good time
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| Pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford
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| Just married in that four by four
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| Made a little love then we made a little more
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| Nine months later county hospital cut that chord
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| New bumper sticker says «baby on board»
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| Still pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford… |