| I’m a fan of a 3-on-a-tree two-tone Chevrolet
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| I’m a fan of a Friday night right after I get paid
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| I’m a fan of Wrangler jeans and scuffed up Red Wing boots
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| Just like I’m a fan of you
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| I’m a fan of the barber shop, the broken feed store caps
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| Rolling around with the windows down
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| The smell of fresh-cut grass
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| I’m a fan of a rocking chair Sunday afternoon
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| Just like I’m a fan of
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| Holding you tight all-nighters
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| You set my heart on fire
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| Every touch taking me higher, woah
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| You’re the star of my rock show
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| I’m lighter lit in that front row
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| Yelling play it again, don’t want it to end
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| Loving everything you do
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| I’m a fan of you
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| I’m a fan of you
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| First time I laid eyes on you
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| My heart bought the ticket
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| You fell for my country ways
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| And the crazy that came wit hit
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| One look at you with them baby blues
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| And my turned on turns way up
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| Baby I’m a fan of
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| Holding you tight all-nighters
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| You set my heart on fire
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| Every touch taking me higher, woah
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| You’re the star of my rock show
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| I’m lighter lit in that front row
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| Yelling play it again, don’t want it to end
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| Loving everything you do
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| I’m a fan of you
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| Loving me
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| Everything you do baby
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| 'Cause i’m a fan of
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| Holding you tight all-nighters
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| You set my heart on fire
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| Every touch taking me higher, woah
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| You’re the star of my rock show
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| I’m lighter lit in that front row
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| Yelling play it again, don’t want it to end
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| Loving everything you do
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| I’m a fan of you
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| I’m a fan of you
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| I’m a fan of you |