| Yeah, woo
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| Jawga Boyz
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| Feet hangin' off the dock, flip flops with no socks
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| A little Johnny Cash singin' out from the box
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| Lovin' life, sittin' up in the Georgia sun
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| A straw hat with jeans man I’m gettin' it done
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| With a bamboo pole and my Dixie cup
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| Lean back feelin' good just livin' it up
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| So everybody gather round, gather round get down
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| I said we droppin' tailgates many miles from the town
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| Throwin' old trees on the bonfire blaze
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| I said I worn the same jeans for about three days
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| I had them rolled up, halfway up my shins
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| So to my next of kin, you can call me Hick Finn
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| Odelay, odelay, skippin' around the field
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| I’m lovin' the aroma comin' up from the grills
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| Said we country folks, doin' country thangs, slow slang
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| So kick your feet up, now e’rybody sang
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| Get out your truck and lets go for a ride
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| Down the dirt roads where the mudpits hide
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| Call up the boys and tell 'em that it’s on
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| They better come quick before the beers all gone
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| There’s trucks gettin' stuck mud up to the door
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| The girls in the back screamin' give it some more
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| Got the pedal to the floor steppin' on with both feet
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| And when we get done it stays dirty for weeks
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| Yeah, when we get done it stays dirty for weeks
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| I don’t wash the mud off cause I want you to see
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| How it be in the HEH and J-Town
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| We jack up the trucks then it’s time to get down
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| Madison County, Basset County, Banks Country too
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| Tie a rope from the hitch, and go in it in a tube
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| For the mud, we don’t need no lake to have fun
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| Give us some Bud Light, duct tape, and a gun
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| Seal this dream, baby a couple bottle rockets
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| Lightin' the fuse, stick it out the window, and watch it
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| Okay, well maybe not, nevermind
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| Let’s be responsible, where’s the moonshine
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| We gettin' crazy, it’s insane
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| Blame it on the alcohol in my brain
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| Next week, same time, same plan
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| I’mma call you up and we gon' do it again so
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| Get out your truck and lets go for a ride
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| Down the dirt roads where the mudpits hide
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| Call up the boys and tell 'em that it’s on
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| They better come quick before the beers all gone
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| There’s trucks gettin' stuck mud up to the door
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| The girls in the back screamin' give it some more
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| Got the pedal to the floor steppin' on with both feet
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| And when we get done it stays dirty for weeks
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| Get out your truck and lets go for a ride
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| Down the dirt roads where the mudpits hide
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| Call up the boys and tell 'em that it’s on
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| They better come quick before the beers all gone
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| There’s trucks gettin' stuck mud up to the door
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| The girls in the back screamin' give it some more
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| Got the pedal to the floor steppin' on with both feet
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| And when we get done it stays dirty for weeks
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| Yeah, haha, it stays dirty for weeks
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| That’s right man, that’s how we do it
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| Jawga Boyz, yeah |