| First time I tied a plastic worm and felt him on the other end
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| It was get the net, get him in the boat
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| Yeah buddy, I was hooked on it
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| First time I heard Chattahoochee on the speakers of my radio
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| I was topping off the tank on my old two-tone
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| I was hooked on it
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| Ha-ha!
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| Hooked on the feeling of a summer in the south
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| Hooked on the dust flying up from a plow
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| Hooked on them blue eyes, hair falling down
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| Hooked on her then, still hooked on her now
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| So many things where I grew up
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| Once you get a little, you can’t get enough
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| This small town life runs through my blood
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| And I’m hooked on it
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| The first time I got that Gulf Coast white sugar sand on my feet
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| Saw the sunshine dancing on that clear blue water
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| I was hooked on it
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| First time I pulled me a long neck bottle from the bottom of a bucket of ice
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| As soon as that cold beer hit my lips, I was hooked on it
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| Hooked on the feeling of a summer in the south
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| Hooked on the dust flying up from a plow
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| Hooked on them blue eyes, hair falling down
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| Hooked on her then, still hooked on her now
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| So many things where I grew up
|
| Once you get a little, you can’t get enough
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| This small town life runs through my blood
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| And I’m hooked on it
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| Come on!
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| Like a Friday payday honky tonk buzz
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| I gotta have a little more of it just because
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| I keep coming back to the good stuff, 'cause I’m hooked on it
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| Hooked on the feeling of a summer in the south
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| Hooked on the dust flying up from a plow
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| Hooked on them blue eyes, hair falling down
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| Hooked on her then, still hooked on her now
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| So many things where I grew up
|
| Once you get a little, you can’t get enough
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| This small town life’s all in my blood
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| And I’m hooked on it
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| Yeah, I’m hooked on it
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| I’m hooked on it |