| That handle sticks on the passenger side
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| But she don’t mind climbing in on mine 'cause that’s where she rides
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| I work the clutch and she shifts the gears
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| We take a one way, unpaved to a place way outta here
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| Yeah, way outta here
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| Down a rough road where a car can’t go
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| Up in the hills where you need four-wheel
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| Let down the tailgate watch her tan legs sway
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| To the rhythm of me strumming on my guitar
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| Lay back in the bed, lay her head on my chest
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| Beneath a billion stars
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| Doin' things you can’t do, things you can’t do
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| Doin' things you can’t do in a car
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| This Saturday, I’m helping Tommy out
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| Hitch on the ball, we’ll be hauling dry wall to his momma’s house
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| Later on that night, when the work is done
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| I got a hot date, can’t wait, my baby’s gettin' made up
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| Yeah, to have a little fun
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| Down a rough road where a car can’t go
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| Up in the hills where you need four-wheel
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| Let down the tailgate watch her tan legs sway
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| To the rhythm of me strumming on my guitar
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| Lay back in the bed, lay her head on my chest
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| Beneath a billion stars |
| Doin' things you can’t do, things you can’t do
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| Doin' things you can’t do in a car
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| Pull a boat, move a couch, hook a chain, drag it out
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| Hang a gun on the rack, hot tub in the back
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| Horsepower and a winch help a buddy out the ditch
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| Have some fun in the mud, maybe we can get stuck…
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| Down a rough road where a car can’t go
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| Up in the hills where you need four-wheel
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| Let down the tailgate watch her tan legs sway
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| To the rhythm of me strumming on my guitar
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| Lay back in the bed, lay her head on my chest
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| Beneath a billion stars
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| Doin' things you can’t do, things you can’t do
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| Doin' things you can’t do, things you just can’t do
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| Doin' things you can’t do, things you can’t do
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| Doin' things you can’t do in a car |