| Buddies
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| They roll up in the mornin'
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| And hand you a coffee
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| Tell ya hurry up
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| The fish ain’t gonna wait on you
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| Buddies
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| They don’t give you no warning
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| When they shoot up a stop sign
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| Out on some ol' country road
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| I’ve got ones that I’ve fought with
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| And out run the law with
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| Ones that I’d give my last dime
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| If I had it
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| One on the wagon
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| And one out there draggin'
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| A plow behind
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| an old John Deere
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| They work hard for their money
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| Their trucks all stay muddy
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| All my beer drinkin, deer draggin'
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| Dusty dirt road riddin'
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| Buddies
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| Buddies
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| They smell trouble 'fore it happens
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| And when it starts to happen
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| They’re right with you
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| Rollin' in a parking lot
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| Buddies
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| They make you girlfriend so mad
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| Keep your momma from sleepin'
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| Cause they both know too well that
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| I’ve got ones that I’ve fought with
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| And out run the law with
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| Ones that I’d give my last dime
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| If I had it
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| One on the wagon
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| And one out there draggin'
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| A plow behind
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| An old John Deere
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| They work hard for their money
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| Their trucks all stay muddy
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| All my beer drinkin', deer draggin'
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| Dusty dirt road riddin'
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| Buddies
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| I got one on a humvee
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| That keeps all of us free
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| And one that got his heartbroke
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| And went half crazy
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| Got one that moved far away
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| One that rings my phone everyday
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| And one when he hears this
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| He’ll shed a tear
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| They work hard for their money
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| Their boots all stay muddy
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| All my beer drinkin', deer draggin'
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| Dusty dirt road riddin'
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| Trash talkin' buddies
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| All true |