| She was a real deal farmer’s daughter
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| Raised on corn bread, drank well water
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| The girl next door, but a little bit hotter
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| Than anything you ever saw
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| One Carolina night in the summer heat
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| At a bonfire party tucked back in the trees
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| I was sittin' there sippin' on an ice cold beer
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| When she whispered in my ear:
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| Meet me in the barn, way out in the pasture
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| Turn off your headlights, park by the tractor
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| Sneak in the backdoor, so we don’t get caught
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| I’ll be there waitin' in the hayloft
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| With a kiss on my lips, no you don’t wanna miss
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| Holdin' me in your arms
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| Meet me in the barn
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| Yeah, we could’ve lit that big red barn on fire
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| From a spark to a flame burnin' higher and higher
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| Everything a country boy’s heart desires
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| Was in a little white cotton dress. |
| (Oh yeah)
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| She had lips that taste like watermelon wine
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| Sweet like the sugar on the honeysuckle vine
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| Rollin' around in hay bale bed
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| All because she said:
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| Meet me in the barn, way out in the pasture
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| Turn off your headlights, park by the tractor
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| Sneak in the backdoor, so we don’t get caught
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| I’ll be there waitin' in the hayloft
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| With a kiss on my lips, no you don’t wanna miss
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| Holdin' me in your arms
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| Meet me in the barn
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| I still think about
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| That sweet love we made
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| I close my eyes
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| And I can hear her say:
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| «Hey country boy, won’t you meet me in the barn?»
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| Meet me in the barn, way out in the pasture
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| Turn off your headlight, park by the tractor
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| Sneak in the backdoor, so we don’t get caught
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| I’ll be there waitin' in the hayloft
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| With a kiss on my lips, no you don’t wanna miss
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| Holdin' me in your arms
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| Meet me in the barn
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| Hey country boy, won’t you meet me in the barn?
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| We’ll dance real close with the radio on
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| Hey country boy, won’t you meet me in the barn?
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| Wanna spend all night in your arms
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| Wanna spend all night in your arms |