| I was born at the end of an old dirt road
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| Before I could walk I was ready to roll
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| When I turned 16 my brother threw me the keys
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| He said hey little sister better watch your speed
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| Now I’m smokin' the boys, smokin' the boys
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| Taking a drag and I’m makin' some noise
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| I’m smokin' the boys, smokin' the boys
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| Ooh, I’m smokin' the boys, come on
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| Well nothin' feels better than a Friday night
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| A straight stick shift and my hair bleached white
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| Your moon pie momma never liked me much
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| While she’s holdin' your hand y’all can eat my dust
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| Now I’m smokin' the boys, smokin' the boys
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| Taking a drag and I’m makin' some noise
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| I’m smokin' the boys, smokin' the boys
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| Huh, smokin' the boys, come on
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| All right now
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| Five, get the motor runnin' baby
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| Four, don’t let the tranny pop now
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| Three, you gotta feel it in your fingers
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| Two, come on get ready to rock
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| Come on and one go, go, go!
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| I got no plans for slowin' down
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| Gonna see my tracks on every road in town
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| Yeah when I’m an old lady I’ll still be queen
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| Just come for a ride and you’ll see what I mean
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| Now I’m smokin' the boys, smokin' the boys
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| Taking a drag and I’m makin' some noise
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| And I’m smokin' the boys, smokin' the boys
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| Ah, ooh, ah, smokin' the boys
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| Now I’m smokin' the boys, smokin' the boys
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| Taking a drag and I’m makin' some noise
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| I’m smokin' the boys, smokin' the boys
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| Yeah, smokin' the boys, come on |