| Hot plate from the Texaco
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| Cold drink and a can of Skoal
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| Ain’t really know where to go
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| So we head out to nowhere
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| Turn left at the laundromat
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| Call the boys, say, «Where y’all at?»
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| We’re halfway through a six pack
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| And we’ll meet y’all out there
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| Baby got her feet up like it ain’t no thing
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| I hit the pedal, make the paddle stroke sing and
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| We’re just little town livin'
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| When the sun goes down, we’re gonna ride
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| Turnin' dirt into dust, yeah, that’s the ticket
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| We’re just little town livin' it up tonight
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| Key on the tree, you know the place
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| Last one in, don’t forget the gate
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| Field full of Fords and Chevrolets, yeah
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| My kind of party
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| A little diesel on a pile of wood
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| Stir it up, get it burnin' good
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| She wants to dance like I knew she would
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| So let’s get it started
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| Twist it off, turn it up, pass it around
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| No other place I’d rather be right now and
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| We’re just little town livin'
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| When the sun goes down, we’re gonna ride
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| Turnin' dirt into dust, yeah, that’s the ticket
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| We’re just little town livin' it up tonight
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| Wrap your baby in your jacket, hold her real close
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| Watch the stars fall out of the sky
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| Ain’t got a lot, but ain’t a damn thing missing
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| We’re just little town livin' it up tonight
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| Just some blue jean girls and Cali boys killin' some time
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| Walkin' the line and worry about nothin' tonight
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| Just little town livin'
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| When the sun goes down, we’re gonna ride
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| Turnin' dirt into dust, yeah, that’s the ticket
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| We’re just little town livin' it up
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| We’re just little town livin' it up tonight
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| (We're just little town livin' it up)
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| We’re just leanin' it back, we’re just cruisin' around
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| We don’t smoke it a lot, but if she wants it, I’m down
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| If she wants to dance, I got my boots on
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| She got her boots on and it’s on, yeah
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| We’re just little town livin' it up tonight |