| Take me out to where the fields don’t end
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| Where I belong, where me and my friends
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| Are holding it down and standing our ground
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| Friday night ain’t no way
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| I’m gonna miss that blue moon rising
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| Ain’t nobody gonna drag me down
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| Spinning tires burning fast
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| Sun setting on a dust cloud highway
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| Spark that fuse and lets blow this town
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| Just over that hill there’s a good time waiting
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| Come on, come on, come on baby
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| Take me out where the fields don’t end
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| Where I belong, where me and my friends
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| Are holding it down, standing our ground
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| We live life just a little too loud
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| A little too tough, a little too proud
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| Holding it down 'til the end of our days
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| We’re doing it our way
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| Nah nah
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| Nah nah
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| Nah nah
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| Way out here ain’t no rules
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| Get loose get a little bit crazy
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| Ain’t no way that they’re stopping us, baby
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| Grab my hand, it’s our song
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| We can dance in the headlights, maybe
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| Make a little love til the sun comes up
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| It’s gonna be wild, it’s gonna be amazing
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on baby
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| Nah nah
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| Nah nah
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| Nah nah
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| Just over the hill is a good time waiting
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| Girl it’s gonna get wild, it’s gonna be amazing,
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on baby |