| I met your mama when I was sixteen
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| You couldn’t have been anymore than three
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| She caught me stealing yall’s color TV
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| She called the cops and they arrested me
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| She was the wildest thing I’d ever seen
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| The way she pointed that shotgun at me
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| The police hauled my ass off to jail
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| Your mama signed the trailer to help make the bail
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| She picked me up and drove me home
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| Said «I'll learn you not to roam»
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| Green green grass under my feet
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| But all I can think about’s the dirt underneath
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| Bulldozers and dirt Bulldozers and dirt
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| Behind the trailer, my desert
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| Them red clay piles are heaven on earth
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| I get my rocks off, bulldozers and dirt
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| I got a pickup that’s up on blocks
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| And I’m up to my ass in debt and hock
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| And I can’t get the red stains off of my socks
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| And I can’t get you off of my mind
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| I’ve lived with your mama for eleven years
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| Through good times, and bad times, fist fights and tears
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| But something comes over me when you come near
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| So won’t you come over and sip on this beer
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| Bulldozers and dirt Bulldozers and dirt
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| Behind the trailer, my desert
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| I don’t mean no harm, I just like to flirt
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| But most of all I like bulldozers and dirt
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| Most of all I like bulldozers and dirt |