| All week long it’s a farming town
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| They’re making that money grow
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| Tractors, plows with flashing lights
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| Backin up a two lane road
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| They take one last lap around
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| That sun up high goes down
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| And then it’s on, come on, girl, kick it on back
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| Z71 like a Cadillac
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| We go way out where
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| There ain’t nobody
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| We turn this cornfield
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| Into a party
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| Pedal to the floorboard
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| Eight up in a four door
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| Burnin up a back road song
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| Park it and we pile out
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| Baby, watch your step now
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| Better have your boots on
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| Kick the dust up
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| Back it on up
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| Fill your cup up
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| Let’s tear it up up
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| And kick the dust up
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| Bar downtown, they got a line
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| Of people waiting out the door
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| Ten dollar drinks, it’s packed inside
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| I don’t know what they’re waitin for
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| Got me a jar full of clear
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| And I got that music for your ear
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| And it’s like knock knock knock goes the diesel
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| If you really wanna see the beautiful people
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| We go way out where
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| There ain’t nobody
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| We turn this cornfield
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| Into a party
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| Pedal to the floorboard
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| Eight up in a four door
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| Burnin up a back road song
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| Park it and we pile out
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| Baby, watch your step now
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| Better have your boots on
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| Kick the dust up
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| Let’s back it on up
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| Fill your cup up
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| Let’s tear it up up
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| And kick the dust up
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| Just follow me down 'neath the 32 bridge
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| Y’all be glad you did
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| Kick it
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| We go way out where
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| There ain’t nobody
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| We turn this cornfield
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| Into a party
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| Pedal to the floorboard
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| Eight up in a four door
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| Burnin up a back road song
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| Park it and we pile out
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| Baby, watch your step now
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| Better have your boots on
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| Kick the dust up (kick the dust up)
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| Back it on up
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| Fill your cup up
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| That’s what’s up up
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| Let’s kick the dust up |