| Take me down where the beer is cold
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| The fish get fried and the fireflies glow
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| Roll me down an old outta town road
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| Show me where the river runs
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| I need a break from the loud and the mad
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| And the fast interstates and a big town
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| I’m just a down-homesick, tryna-make-a-buck boy
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| Lookin' for a little slow down
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| Need to trade a skyscraper for a silo
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| Couple stop lights, only three or four or five-oh
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| Need to hear a little «ma'am» after «no»
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| And pump before you pay at the Texaco
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| Take me down where the beer is cold
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| The fish get fried and the fireflies glow
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| Roll me down an old outta town road
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| Show me where the river runs
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| Somewhere the dirt’ll stain your boot soles
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| Red like the words I was raised up on
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| Back porch at night, singin' with the crickets
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| That kinda life is my kinda livin', yeah
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| Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin'
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| Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin'
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| Yeah, I’ve been throwin' windshield waves
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| At strangers in the other lane, but they never wave back
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| It’s all «y'all» and «yonder» rollin' off my lips
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| I need a trip where people still say that
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| Less busy, more laid back
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| Take me down where the beer is cold
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| The fish get fried and the fireflies glow
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| Roll me down an old outta town road
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| Show me where the river runs
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| Somewhere the dirt’ll stain your boot soles
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| Red like the words I was raised up on
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| Mason jar lightnin', cast iron skillets
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| That kinda life is my kinda livin'
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| Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin'
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| Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin'
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| If I ain’t built a house on a hill out there
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| By the time I take my last breath
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| Put me in a pine box, say a little prayer
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| And fulfill my last request (Take me down)
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| Take me down where the beer is cold
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| The fish get fried and the fireflies glow (The fireflies glow)
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| Roll me down an old outta town road
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| Show me where the river runs (Where the river runs)
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| Somewhere the dirt’ll stain your boot soles (Hey)
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| Red like the words I was raised up on
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| Leave my headstone with one thing written
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| That kinda life is my kinda livin', yeah
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| Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin'
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| Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin', mmm |