| Built this thing with hammer and nails
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| In front of this trailer all by myself
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| Forty-eight two by fours laid down
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| Little piece of heaven on a lot in town
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| Smile at the people when the people pass by
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| 'Cause they’re all wishing they had one like mine
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| Made for a chair and cooler of ice
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| Good times here ain’t hard to find
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| I love sitting on a big wood deck
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| Ice cold beer in between my legs
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| Ain’t nothing better or more redneck
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| Sitting round sitting on a big wood deck
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| I love sitting on a big wood deck
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| Rails wrapped up in extension cords
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| I can drop my ashes in between these boards
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| Rolling into polyurethane stains
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| She’s a little wore out, but I don’t complain
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| Someday when this town decides
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| This here land be citified
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| I might have to pull my house away
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| But my wood deck will still remain
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| 'Cause I love sitting on a big wood deck
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| Tall Boy can in between my legs
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| Ain’t nothing better or more redneck
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| Than sitting round sitting on a big wood deck
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| I love sitting on a big wood deck
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| We love sitting on a big wood deck
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| Iced down beer in a big ol' keg
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| Ain’t nothing better or more redneck
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| Than sitting round sitting on a big wood deck
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| I love sitting on a big wood deck
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| Tall Boy can in between my legs
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| Ain’t nothing better or more redneck
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| Than sitting round sitting on a big wood deck
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| I love sitting on a big wood deck |