| It’s a hot day, and I got a pocket fulla money
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| Friday, tires roaring, you can hear me coming
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| Cooler in the back bud light ice cold
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| Me and my buddies cutting down an old back road
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| I got a jacked up truck but it ain’t much
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| A fixer upper with a brand new clutch, yeah
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| It takes me anywhere I wanna go even though
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| It’s hard to keep my eyes on the road.
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| With that girl, ridin' in a shotgun
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| Sun kissed by that Dixie hot sun
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| Whoa, she’s a hot one yeah, yeah…
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| Aldean all up on the radio, dashboard lights shining on my baby oh Later on gonna have me a little fun, with that girl ridin' shotgun
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| Yeah, oh Girl ridin' shotgun
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| She’s the girl of my dreams, she gives me everything
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| Wearin' short shorts or some tight blue jeans
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| She’s country,
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| And she ain’t afraid to break a nail, raise hell or go to jail
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| I keep her by my side, she’s always ready to ride
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| And sometimes she even drives when it’s in 4 wheel drive
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| Never known to back down from anything
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| And you know she keeps her motor clean, yeah
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| With that girl, ridin' in a shotgun
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| Sun kissed by that Dixie hot sun
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| Whoa, she’s a hot one yeah, yeah…
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| Aldean all up on the radio, dashboard lights shining on my baby oh Later on gonna have me a little fun, with that girl ridin' shotgun
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| Yeah, oh Girl ridin' shotgun
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| She could be the centerfold of field and stream
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| Holding that double barrel 12 gauge
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| To me ain’t nothin' sweeter Jawga peach
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| Plain air guitar to a song I sing, a song I sing, a song I sing
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| Talkin' bout that pretty little redneck girl ridin' shotgun
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| Sun kissed by the Georgia hot son
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| Whoa, she’s a hot one, yeah yeah
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| Aldean all up on the radio, dashboard lights shining on my baby oh Later on gonna have me a little fun, with that girl ridin' shotgun
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| Yeah, oh That girl ridin' shotgun
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| Girl ridin' shotgun |