| Gonna kick off my shoes
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| And run in bare feet
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| Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
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| Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
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| And feed my soul where the blacktop ends
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| I’m lookin' down the barrel of Friday night
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| Ridin' on a river of freeway lights
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| Goodbye city I’m country bound
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| 'Til Monday rolls around
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| Gonna kick off my shoes
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| And run in bare feet
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| Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
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| Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
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| And feed my soul where the blacktop ends
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| Workin' in the grind is an uphill road
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| Punchin' that clock and carryin' that load
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| I bust it all week and then I’m free
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| The weekend belongs to me Gonna kick off my shoes
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| And run in bare feet
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| Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
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| Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
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| And feed my soul where the blacktop ends
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| Give me some fresh air give me that farm
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| Give me some time with you in my arms
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| Far away from the hustle and the pressure and the noise
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| Gonna kick off my shoes
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| And run in bare feet
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| Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
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| Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
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| And feed my soul, you betcha
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| Gonna kick off my shoes
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| And run in bare feet
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| Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
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| Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
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| And feed my soul where the blacktop ends
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| Where the blacktop ends
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| Where the blacktop ends
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| Where the blacktop ends |