| In the little bitty towns between map dots
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| We don’t tailgate in a parking lot
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| We bump down dirt roads in jacked up trucks
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| Far from the bars and smoky night clubs
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| We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
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| We got a hundred blue cans
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| Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
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| George Strait blaring in a Chevrolet
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| We open up the doors wide and let it play
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| We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
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| This ol' truck hood makes a pretty good seat
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| Got my feet on the bumper sipping on a drink
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| And not too long we’ll take it down to the creek
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| The ice cold water will set you free
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| We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
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| We got a hundred blue cans
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| Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
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| George Strait blaring in a Chevrolet
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| We open up the doors wide and let it play
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| We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
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| Yeah my baby looks good in her little tank top
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| About 2 am we go sneaking off
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| We got a spot beneath a cottonwood tree
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| And she knows what she’s gonna do to me
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| We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
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| We got a hundred blue cans
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| Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
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| We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
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| We got a hundred blue cans
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| Sitting on ice in the back of my pickup truck
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| George Strait blaring in a Chevrolet
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| We open up the doors wide and let it play
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| We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
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| Yeah
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| We do it in a field
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| We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
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| We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
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| We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
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| We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up |