| Good Time Lookin' for Me
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| (R.J. Ritchie/M. Young)
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| I’m gonna find a highway or back road I could roll on Put some weight in the tank now and fire up my favorite song
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| I’m gonna ride to nowhere or anywhere I can be free, yeah
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| Cuz I know somewhere there’s a good time lookin' for me
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| I’m gonna find the crossroads and wash Mississippi clean
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| And deal that devil his due me and old Jimmy Beam
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| I’m gonna find some white lines and follow them wherever they lead
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| Cuz I know somewhere there’s a good time lookin' for me A juke joint jumpin' with whiskey flowing like a river, yeah
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| A cowboy band with a banjo picker and a fiddler, yeah
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| I’m gonna look under every stone and shake every tree
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| Cuz I know somewhere there’s a good time lookin' for me
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| I’m gonna keep on moving even if I have to thumb my way
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| I’m so tired of feuding and watching my life slip away
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| Now I don’t really care if it’s New York or Tennessee
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| Cuz I know somewhere there’s a good time lookin' for me A juke joint jumpin' with whiskey flowing like a river, yeah
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| A cowboy band with a banjo picker and a fiddler, yeah
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| I’m gonna look under every stone and shake every tree
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| Cuz I know somewhere there’s a good time lookin' for me I said baby, baby, baby don’t you wanna go?
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| I said baby, baby, baby don’t you wanna go?
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| I got my hand on the throttle, I’m telling you I’m on my way
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| I can’t wait for tomorrow or sit around for Judgment Day
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| And I could care less about anywhere that I gotta be Cuz I know somewhere there’s a good time lookin' for me Cuz I know somewhere there’s a good time lookin' for me Cuz I know somewhere there’s a good time lookin' for me |