| If the neighbors down the road
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| Call up and say the music’s cranked a little loud
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| If the tin roofs are rockin'
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| Just apologize and invite 'em all down
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| If your front yard’s full of parked cars
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| And they can hear you clear to town
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| It may seem a little rowdy
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| But that’s our kind of crowd
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| And there ain’t no law against that
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| Yeah, it is what it is out here where we’re at
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| Might bend a few rules
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| Might tip a few back
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| And there ain’t no law against that
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| You might wanna get up on the back porch
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| And sit in with the band
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| You might wanna kick back in a lawn chair
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| And you might wanna dance
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| You might wanna stay out all night howlin' at the moon
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| Come draggin' in at sunrise
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| And sleep it off 'til noon
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| And there ain’t no law against that
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| Yeah, it is what it is out here where we’re at
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| Might bend a few rules
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| Might tip a few back
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| And there ain’t no law against that
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| If havin' this much fun’s a crime
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| We’re guilty as can be
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| They’d have to put us all in jail
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| And throw away the key
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| And there ain’t no law against that
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| Yeah, it is what it is out here where we’re at
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| We ain’t hurtin' nobody
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| Y’all just need to relax
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| And there ain’t no law against that
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| Ain’t no law against that
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| (Hell T… let’s have some fun)
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| Live as fast as you can cause you can’t get it back
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| And there ain’t no law against that |