| Baby let’s get back to the basics
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| Baby let’s get back to the basics
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| Baby let’s get back to the basics
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| Baby let’s get back to the basics of love
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| Hey, girl
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| Baby let’s sell your diamond rings
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| Buy some boots and faded jeans
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| And gas up the old '73
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| Middle finger, let 'em all be
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| Load up the kids, let’s all leave
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| And then ride off with the sunrise
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| I’m too good at goodbyes
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| They never let me leave, the good guy
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| Every story got two sides
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| Like every road, it got two lines
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| Swerve in between one of 'em
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| And leave the past in the moonlight
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| Hard times that was yesterday
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| But today we runnin' on good vibes
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| Quit playin' with me cat daddy
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| I’ma take all nine lives
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| Big dog in a big body
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| With some savage kids in the hood, shawty
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| In the streets for too long
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| A little country might be good for me
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| Love story where we disappeared
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| Down a dusty trail with a duffel bag
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| Never lookin' back 'less we double back
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| With a hundred pack full of Luckenbach brew
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| Let’s go to Luckenbach Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys (boys boys
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| boys)
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| And this successful life we’re livin’s got us feudin' like the Hatfields and
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| McCoys
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| Between Struggle Jennings' pain songs and Jelly’s cocaine songs
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| And blue eyes that’s cryin' in the rain (rain)
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| Down in Luckenbach Texas
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| Ain’t nobody feelin' no pain
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| Ain’t nobody feelin' no pain
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| Country fried, southern pride
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| All of us is simple folk
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| We don’t talk a lot
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| Boy you lick down to the chicken bone
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| Candy paint and them chrome wheels
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| I reminisce and get cold chills
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| I reminisce to mama tellin' me
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| Don’t make a mountain up outta no molehill
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| Would you hate on me if I was broke still
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| Are you mad 'cause I kept on chasin' it
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| Are you mad 'cause I ended up makin' it
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| And you feel like I’m rubbin' your face in it
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| Say what you wanna say and I’ll be on my shawty’s side
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| Bar closes at 3 and we pull up at 1:45
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| Only two things in life to make it worth livin'
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| Guitars tuned good and firm feelin' women
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| Fuck them Music Row girls smokin' weed on Broadway
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| Middle fingers up with the outlaws of our day
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| Let’s go to Luckenbach Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys (boys boys
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| boys)
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| And this successful life we’re livin’s got us feudin' like the Hatfields and
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| McCoys
|
| Between Struggle Jennings' pain songs and Jelly’s cocaine songs
|
| And blue eyes that’s cryin' in the rain (rain)
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| Down in Luckenbach Texas
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| Ain’t nobody feelin' no pain
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| Ain’t nobody feelin' no pain
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| Baby let’s get back to the basics
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| Baby let’s get back to the basics
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| Baby let’s get back to the basics
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| Baby let’s get back to the basics of love
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| Ride off in the sunset
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| Make love to sunrise
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| Beauty and the beast
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| High class in the low light
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| Outlaws for life
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| All my friends from low places
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| Eat the fruits of my labor
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| Tequila with no chaser
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| Love is in my nature
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| Wild horse, can’t be tamed
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| A ramblin' man in my blood
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| Guess my daddy can be blamed
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| Take the cuffs off baby
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| Our melody is unchained
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| Four wheel drive to the spot
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| Where nobody feelin' pain
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| Let’s go to Luckenbach Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys (boys boys
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| boys)
|
| And this successful life we’re livin’s got us feudin' like the Hatfields and
|
| McCoys
|
| Between Struggle Jennings' pain songs and Jelly’s cocaine songs
|
| And blue eyes that’s cryin' in the rain (rain)
|
| Down in Luckenbach Texas
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| Ain’t nobody feelin' no pain
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| Ain’t nobody feelin' no pain |