| Well I’ve been high as the mountains
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| Cruisin' down the road in my 65
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| And I’ve got a hard-rockin' band, baby
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| That wants to kick it to the other side
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| And we’re runnin and a-gunnin
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| And a-jukin' and a-jumpin
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| And I’m lookin for some lovin'
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| In another damn town
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| We like a little country
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| We like a little soul
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| We like a lotta blues baby
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| Mixed with the rock and roll
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| And we’re a-runnin and a-gunnin
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| And a-jukin' and a-jumpin
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| And I’m lookin for some lovin'
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| In another damn town
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| You gotta drink it
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| You gotta drug it
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| You gotta drink it
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| You gotta drug it
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| You gotta drink it
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| You gotta drug it
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| You gotta drink it
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| You gotta drug it
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| You wanna jump into the whiskey
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| You wanna jump into the fire
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| Living this life in rock and roll band
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| It’ll make you lose your mind
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| You gotta eat it
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| Live it
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| Breathe it
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| Suck it
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| Fuck it
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| Drug it
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| All the damn time
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| You gotta drink it
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| You gotta drug it
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| You gotta drink it
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| You gotta drug it
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| Drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' alcohol
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| Drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' alcohol
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| Rows and rows and rows of eight balls
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| Rows and rows and rows of eight balls
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| Drug it drug it drug 'til I fall
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| Drink that fuckin' alcohol |