| If you can’t tell from my red neck
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| Or that bottomland camo hat on my head
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| Or my muddy truck
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| Or that big buck
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| 12 pointer hanging on my wall
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| Y’all listen up
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| If you can’t tell from an old bird dog
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| Got his tail wagging always riding shotgun
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| And if you can’t tell from the songs and the way I talk
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| Well I’m about to tell y’all
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| I’m a cold bear drinking
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| Every Friday night singing
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| Them songs 'bout the girl I love
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| I’m the small town
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| Running that sundown
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| Till I get downtown tearing it up
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| I just go with the flow
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| With the whiskey and coke
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| If you ever wondered how I roll
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| Well now you know
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| I like my days long and my line wet
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| While I’m sitting on a cooler in my shortbed
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| When my pretty thing’s sitting next to me
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| My little heart-stealing honey, she’s my everything
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| And if you ain’t got it by now
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| Well let me tell you brother what I’m all about
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| I’m a cold bear drinking
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| Every Friday night singing
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| Them songs 'bout the girl I love
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| I’m the small town
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| Running that sundown
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| Till I get downtown tearing it up
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| I just go with the flow
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| With the whiskey and coke
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| If you ever wondered how I roll
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| Well now you know
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| Now you know
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| Yeah
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| I am who I am
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| I’m proud of where I’m from
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| If you are too come on and raise 'em up
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| Raise 'em up
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| I’m a cold beer drinking
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| Every Friday night singing
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| Them songs 'bout the girl I love
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| I’m the small town
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| Running that sundown
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| Till I get downtown tearing it up
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| I just go with the flow
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| With the whiskey and coke
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| If you ever wondered how I roll
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| Well now you know
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| Now you know
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| Now you know
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| Now you know
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| Now you know |