| To talk to the man upstairs
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| Some people drown in a fifth of Crown
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| When life seems a little more there
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| Some people like to roll one up
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| When their world starts rollin' down hill
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| That ain’t how I roll and I doubt it’s how I ever will (
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| Yeah
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| [Chorus: Tracy Lawrence &
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| HARDY
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| 'Cause I’m sittin' out here, drinkin' this cold beer
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| With the tailgates down in the sticks
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| When I’m stuck without a paddle in an upstream battle
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| It’s nothin' this gravel can’t fix
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| Yeah, sometimes I gotta get lost when I can’t take no more
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| I guess that’s what they make backroads for (
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| Yeah
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Tell 'em Jake
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| Yeah, I’m alright with them downtown nights
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| With the streets, and the lights, and the bars
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| Where the crickets don’t chirp and your phone still works
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| And you can’t even see the stars
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| Between the highway pace and the interstate race
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| Man, you gotta unplug sometimes
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| So I’m slowin' it down, and I’ll be slowing it down all night
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| That’s right
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| I’ll be sittin' out here, drinkin' this cold beer
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| With the tailgate down in the sticks
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| When I’m stuck without a paddle in an upstream battle
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| It’s nothin' this gravel can’t fix
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| Yeah, sometimes I gotta get lost when I can’t take no more
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| And I guess that’s what they make backroads for, yeah
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| [Chorus: All,
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| HARDY
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| Jake Owen
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| I’m just sittin' out here, drinkin' this cold beer (
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| Woo
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| With the tailgate down in the sticks (
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| Tailgate down in the sticks
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| When I’m stuck without a paddle in an upstream battle
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| It’s nothin' this gravel can’t fix (
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| Nothin' this gravel can’t fix
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| Yeah, sometimes I gotta get lost when I can’t take no more
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| I guess that’s what they make backroads for (
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| Yeah
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| I guess that’s what they make backroads for (
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| Yeah
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Yeah |