| You got a way of calling right at the wrong time
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| I know your southern draw is what trouble sounds like
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| The way you got me grinning,
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| You know I’ll climb up in your rusty truck
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| I give up, come on over pick me up Back porch no lights high beam headlights
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| Baby you just might make me lose my mind
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| You slap me over little love shootin’shotgun
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| Hands out the window got my toes up on the dash
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| Nothing but fields on the wheels just slinging wet mud
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| I like the way you drive, just like a rebel child
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| You make me wanna get barefoot and buckwild
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| You’re showin’off in circles down by the riverside
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| You like to make me nervous so I move in real tight
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| Come on throw it in park
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| I wanna see the stars and feel the grass between my toes
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| Dancing to the radio
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| Oh you got me where you want me, lost in the country
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| I don’t know how you do what you do But you do what you do and it does what it does to me
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| I can’t stop it once you start it Wiiiiild, wiiiild
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| Barefoot and buckwild
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| Wiiiiiild wiiiiild
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| Barefoot and buckwild |