| Well my worn-out boots are taking me downtown
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| I’m looking for trouble and I wanna get loud
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| Serve me up a drink and I’ll shoot it right down
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| And I’ll jump up on the bar and have one more round
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| I’m going straight to hell
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| Ain’t nothing slowing me down
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| I’m going straight to hell
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| So you just better get me one more round
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| Well, back in the day with my uncle Jed
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| He kept a lot of moonshine out in the shed
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| Taught me how to drink, how to be real proud
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| Of my hillbilly ways and my outlaw style
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| I’m going straight to hell
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| Ain’t nothing slowing me down
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| I’m going straight to hell
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| So you just better get me one more round
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| Well, I’m racing the back roads, tryna save my life
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| 'Cause the sheriff wants to kill me 'cause I fucked his wife
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| I’m always on the run with a gun in the hand
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| 'Cause I like a good time and a one-night stand
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| I’m going straight to hell
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| Ain’t nothing slowing me down
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| I’m going straight to hell
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| You just better get me one more round
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| You just better get me one more round |