| Cold cans in the blue boxes
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| Earl Dibbles on the boombox and
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| A-frame on a Chevy rockin'
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| Side to side
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| Mud grip on a dirt road
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| Couple buddies saying let’s go
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| Gonna burn that barn right down
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| To the ground tonight
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| Raise 'em up to the sky
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| If you’re tryna throw down
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| Get a little country faded
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| Take it way on out
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| Park your truck in the line
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| If you’re looking for a buzz
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| And the girls in love with the boys
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| In the blue collars, holler
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| Holler
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| Doubled up rockin' two flags
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| Yee Yee, ol' glory strapped
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| To the top of the head rack
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| Blowing in the night
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| Tin can full of kerosene
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| Pour it out on a pile of trees
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| Step back, strike a match
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| And watch that Friday ignite
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| Raise 'em up to the sky
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| If you’re tryna throw down
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| Get a little country faded
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| Take it way on out
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| Park your truck in the line
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| If you’re looking for a buzz
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| And the girls in love with the boys
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| In the blue collars, holler
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| Holler
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| Holler
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| Holler
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| I’m 'bout to get the fuse lit
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| Crack a can, take a long sip
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| Red man get the pouch ripped
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| Got a whole thing, a pack in both lips
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| Jumping up on a tailgate
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| Poppin' off like a twelve gauge
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| I don’t care what a city boy say
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| We where the party is
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| And that’s damn right (yee yee)
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| Raise 'em up to the sky
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| If you’re tryna throw down
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| Get a little country faded
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| Take it way on out
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| Park your truck in the line
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| If you’re looking for a buzz
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| And the girls in love with the boys
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| In the blue collars, holler
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| Holler |