| I’ve worked out on the road
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| Hammered nails all in a row
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| I’ve worked on cars, and I’ve sold things too
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| All I need is this pickup truck
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| A little bit of love
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| And a whole lot of luck
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| Come Friday night I know just what to do
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| I hear a big ole crowd
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| Screaming loud, bartender says last call
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| Come on back tomorrow night
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| I’m sure we’ll have a ball
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| I’m just an ordinary guy all week long
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| Till I step inside this bar
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| I’m a genuine, certified, honky tonk till I die
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| Weekend superstar
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| When the weekend’s done and Monday comes
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| It’s back to the same ole grind
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| I work hard all week for a little bitty check
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| The government says ain’t mine
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| When the whistle blows
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| I’ll be on my toes, headed back to the bar
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| I’m a genuine, certified, honky tonk till I die
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| Weekend superstar
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| I hear a big ole crowd
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| Screaming loud, bartender says last call
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| Come on back tomorrow night
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| I’m sure we’ll have a ball
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| I’m just an ordinary guy all week long
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| Till I step inside this bar
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| I’m a genuine, certified, honky tonk till I die
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| Weekend superstar |