| Oh my my, yeah I can barely breathe
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| Oh hell yeah, what that woman does to me
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| A shot of shine lit a fire inside of me
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| Oh hell yeah, what the hell she done to me?
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| I’ve lost all control, she’s got it goin' on
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| I love the way she’s dancin' to that Dwight Yoakam song
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| Her cowboy boots, her long blonde hair
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| That rebel tattoo makes me wanna stop and stare
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| Outlaw, shine in the cup
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| Whiskey bent, keep linin' 'em up
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| Fireball, shots on the bar
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| Jukebox bangin' out, steel guitar (Come on)
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| Chest piece, born to be a rebel
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| No high heels, when you dance with the devil
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| Dive bar, beauty on the dance floor
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| I’m barely breathin' but I’m bettin' for more (Come on)
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| Oh my my, yeah I can barely breathe
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| Oh hell yeah, what that woman does to me
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| A shot of shine lit a fire inside of me
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| Oh hell yeah, what the hell she done to me
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| I’ve lost all control, she’s got it going on
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| I love the way she’s dancin' to that Gary Allan song
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| Her cowboy boots, her long blonde hair
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| Her skin tight jeans knocks me right about my chair
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| Guitars and Cadillacs
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| Moves like a street glide, saddle backs
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| Pistols tattooed on her back
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| Quick to pull the trigger on a bottle of Jack
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| I love it when she dances to that Merle Haggard song
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| I love it when she drinks 'cause she likes to pour 'em strong (Come on, come on)
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| Oh my my, yeah I can barely breathe
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| Oh hell yeah, what that woman does to me
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| A shot of shine lit a fire inside of me
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| Oh hell yeah, what the hell she done to me
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| Yeah, I grab my cup
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| Walked on over and I said what’s up
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| She said, «I'm trouble, how you do?»
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| I said, «I'm a rebel, just like you»
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| Ugh, drank some beers
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| And then she whispered in my ear
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| «Let's get the hell up outta here»
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| I said, «Hell yeah» (Yeah!)
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| Oh my my, yeah I can barely breathe
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| Oh hell yeah, what that woman does to me
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| A shot of shine lit a fire inside of me
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| Oh hell yeah, what the hell she done to me |