| It’s got a touch of the town where I grew up
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| Something in it them California girls love
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| Some people like to make a little fun of
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| The way I talk
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| It gets slower after three or four cold beers
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| And gets louder when I’m cheerin' on the Volunteers
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| Folks know I’m country, when they hear
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| The way I talk
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| It sounds a little bit like my daddy
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| It don’t cuss around my mama
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| Got some words you’ve never heard of
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| 'Less you come from down yonder
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| The man upstairs gets it
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| So I ain’t tryna fix it
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| No I can’t hide it
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| I don’t fight it, I just roll with it
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| Oh, kinda slow like the Mississippi rolls
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| It’s the only way I know
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| Man it ain’t my fault
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| I just live the way I talk
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| Yeah it’s, «Yessir, no ma’am, y’all come back, now»
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| Fighting words if you run my last name down
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| I ain’t ashamed, matter of fact I’m damn proud
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| Of the way I talk, y’all
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| It sounds a little bit like my daddy
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| It don’t cuss around my mama
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| Got some words you’ve never heard of
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| 'Less you come from down yonder
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| The man upstairs gets it
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| So I ain’t tryna fix it
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| No I can’t hide it
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| I don’t fight it, I just roll with it
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| Oh, kinda slow like the Mississippi rolls
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| It’s the only way I know
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| Man it ain’t my fault
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| I just live the way I talk
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| Slow, like a Sunday morning service back home
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| And kinda sweet when I got a girl to love on
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| If you know me, you know
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| I sound a little bit like my daddy
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| I don’t cuss around my mama
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| Got some words you’ve never heard of
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| 'Less you come from down yonder
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| The man upstairs gets it
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| So I ain’t tryna fix it
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| No I can’t hide it
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| I don’t fight it, I just roll with it
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| Oh, kinda slow like the Mississippi rolls
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| It’s the only way I know
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| Man it ain’t my fault
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| I just live the way I talk
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| The way I talk |