| Forty acres, cotton field pasture
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| Square bales and a barn with a tractor
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| Ten point buck, rollin' dove on a wire
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| Mud on the tires, Friday night fires
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| Man if you’re lookin' for some home-cookin', here’s some chicken
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| Slide a chair up in the kitchen, mom’ll get you all the fixin’s
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| We got it, we got it all, yeah
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| We got it, we got it all
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| We’re out here tippin' a fifth and pickin' a guitar
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| Just watchin' the stars fall, yeah
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| We got it, we got it all
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| Mobil 6, six-pack with an oil change
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| Styrofoam jon boat with a stock tank
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| Spinnin' wheel bobber floatin' on the water
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| Two beers left till the moon gets hotter
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| We got it, we got it all, yeah
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| We got it, we got it all
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| We’re out here tippin' a fifth and pickin' a guitar
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| Just watchin' the stars fall, yeah
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| We got it, we got it all
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| I know what’s what, been round enough stuff
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| But nothin' gets better than this
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| I got a pretty little thing
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| With a pretty little ring
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| On her left hand to live life with, yeah
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| We got it, we got it all, yeah
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| We got it, we got it all
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| We’re out here tippin' a fifth and pickin' a guitar
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| Just watchin' the stars fall, yeah
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| We got it, we got it all
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| We got it
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| We got it, we got it
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| Yeah we got it all
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| We got it, we got it all |