| Red lipstick on my blue collar.
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| An’her number in Maybelline black eye liner.
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| Written on a napkin in my back pocket.
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| She found it right there right before she washed it.
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| Well, I started back-steppin', stumblin', stutterin',
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| Tellin’her where I’d been an’how she was just a friend.
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| She said: «You know I know that ain’t the truth,
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| «But if that’s the story you’re stickin’to.»
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| Well, you can stick it where the sun don’t shine,
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| Gonna take her advice an’hitch me a ride.
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| We’ll drive back to that waterin’hole,
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| Where the cold beer flows an’the Cuervo’s gold…
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| Suck a little salt 'n lime, (Suck a little salt 'n lime.)
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| Under that neon light.
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| Gonna take my sorry behind,
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| An stick it where the sun don’t shine.
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| Have me a good time.
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| Got a call from Woodrow.
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| «Hey, bro, you’re wardrobe’s throwed all over the lawn.»
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| «There's a lot of black smoke comin’from your bass boat,
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| «An'your ol’lady’s cussin’an’a-carryin'on.»
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| So I told Woodrow: «Put her on the cell 'phone.»
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| He said: «I can’t bro, she’s got me in a choke hold.
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| «Doin'that tie, bro, I think she broke my elbow.»
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| «Hello? |
| Woodrow? |
| Hello?
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| «Oh, is that you, baby? |
| Do what?»
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| She said: «Stick it where the sun don’t shine.»
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| Gonna take her advice an’stay all night.
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| Sit back down at this waterin’hole,
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| Where the cold beer flows an’the Cuervo’s gold…
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| Suck a little salt 'n lime, (Suck a little salt 'n lime.)
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| Under that neon light.
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| Gonna take my sorry behind,
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| An stick it where the sun don’t shine.
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| An’have me a good time.
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| She said: «Stick it where the sun don’t shine.»
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| Gonna take her advice an’stay all night.
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| Sit back down at this waterin’hole,
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| Where the cold beer flows an’the Cuervo’s gold…
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| Suck a little salt 'n lime, (Suck a little salt 'n lime.)
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| Under that neon light.
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| Gonna take my sorry behind,
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| An stick it where the sun don’t shine.
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| An’have me a good time.
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| (She said: «Stick it where the sun don’t shine.»)
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| (I'm gonna take her advice an’stay all night.)
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| Stick it where the sun don’t shine.
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| (Sit back down at this waterin’hole,)
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| (Where the cold beer flows an’the Cuervo’s gold…)
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| Hey, bartender, want you to pour me another one,
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| An’make it real strong.
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| (She said: «Stick it where the sun don’t shine.»)
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| (I'm gonna take her advice an’stay all night.)
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| I bet ol’Woodrow should be here any minute now.
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| He’s gonna need one too.
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| (Sit back down at this waterin’hole,)
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| (Where the cold beer flows an’the Cuervo’s gold…)
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| Ah hell, just bring me the whole bottle,
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| Looks like I’m gonna be here a while.
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| (She said: «Stick it where the sun don’t shine.»)
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| (I'm gonna take her advice an’stay all night.)
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| There’s Woodrow now.
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| Oh, damn man, that looks bad.
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| (Sit back down at this waterin’hole,)
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| (Where the cold beer flows an’the Cuervo’s gold…)
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| Whoo! |
| Your elbow supposed to bend that way?
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| (She said: «Stick it where the sun don’t shine.»)
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| (I'm gonna take her advice an’stay all night.)
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| Hey brother, did you get all my clothes?
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| I might need a place to stay to stay for a while.
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| (Sit back down at this waterin’hole,)
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| (Where the cold beer flows an’the Cuervo’s gold…)
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| She’s damn tough, ain’t she?
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| Stick it where the sun don’t shine,
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| Yeah. |