| We were green and the hay was too
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| We could move all night, no need for the blues
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| And we were lovin' the summer days
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| In the tall, tall pine, in that river clay
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| It was me and you with nothin' to do, b-babe
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| Friday night, turn the record up
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| Try to say we’ll never fall in love
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| Keep the pace, darlin', dance for me
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| Heat up the floor, have 'em beggin' and pleadin'
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| Sayin' feel no shame when you’re callin' my name
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| Oh, you dame
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| Ooh girl, you know you drive me crazy
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| You say no when I think you mean maybe
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| So hold on to what you think you know
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| It don’t make no difference to me
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| Oh lord, you know I got to go
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| You know this ain’t no way to live free
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| And in beat-up cars down Old Gin Road
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| We could drive as fast as we wanted to go
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| Keep the pace, darlin', dance for me
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| Heat up the floor, have 'em beggin' and pleadin'
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| Sayin' feel no shame when you’re callin' my name
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| Oh, you dame, yeah
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| Ooh girl, you know you drive me crazy
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| You say no when I think you mean maybe
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| So hold on to what you think you know
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| It don’t make no difference to me |
| Oh lord, you know I got to go
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| You know this ain’t no way to live free
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| Baby, don’t get me down on my knees
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| Got me beggin', girl, got me beggin' and pleadin'
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| Babe, don’t leave me, oh, babe
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| Ooh girl, you know you drive me crazy
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| You say no when I think you mean maybe
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| So hold on to what you think you know
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| It don’t make no difference to me
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| Oh lord, you know I got to go
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| You know this ain’t no way to live free
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| Hold on to what you think you know
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| It don’t make no difference to me, yeah
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| Oh lord, you know I got to go
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| You know this ain’t no way to live free
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| Oh, that’s what you believe
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| Oh, that’s what you believe |