| Long truck bed hop in it, fire engine red like her lip stick
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| Out here we can let it go
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| but just me and my good friends
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| Juggle wine little sip out here baby you just never know
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| Yeah, these are the days of gold
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| Well it’s a southern summer with whiskeys in the air dogs on the burner
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| Beers ice cold and got a pretty little lady to hold
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| Southern summer and that sun shining down like Daddy’s silver dollar
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| Gotta hop on the old dirt road these are the days of gold
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| A little July sky so high moon shine by the riverside
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| Stealing hearts and running wild
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| Yeah Our own little world Tennessee boys and girls running free out here it’s
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| good time for miles
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| Yeah, these are the days of gold
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| Well it’s a southern summer with whiskeys in the air dogs on the burner
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| Beers ice cold and got a pretty little lady to hold
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| Southern summer and that sun shining down like Daddy’s silver dollar
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| Gotta hop on the old dirt road these are the days of gold
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| A little bit of you, a little bit of me
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| What you wanna do, what’s it’s gonna be
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| We can get wild, we can live free
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| Or you can shake it for me baby like a Tamborine.
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| Slice of watermelon and you spit the seeds
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| Sweat on you back stickin to the seats
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| we can take off and beat the heat or bubbles on you honey like a bumble bee
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| Well it’s a southern summer with whiskeys in the air dogs on the burner
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| Beers ice cold and got a pretty little lady to hold
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| Southern summer and that sun shining down like Daddy’s silver dollar
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| Gotta hop on the old dirt road these are the days of gold |