| Black Pontiac with a pocket of cash
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| Foot on the gas ready and throwing up a little dust
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| Like a pickup truck does in the mud
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| But ain’t nobody slowing us down right now
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| She said, «I need a little something with some get up and go
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| And nobody knows how to get me going quite like you do
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| When you do the things you do
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| Wanna give this sleepy podunk town something to talk about»
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| We were taillights fading from some blue lights chasing
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| Cut a path through the corn on County Road 44
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| Tore up a fence, jumped in a ditch, felt so good
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| We didn’t want it to end so we went
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| Looking for a dive just to kill some time
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| Let the heat cool off we could do us some dancing
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| Didn’t take long, just a couple of songs
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| You know it’s last call when the law comes walking in
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| So we were taillights fading from some blue lights chasing
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| Cut a path through the corn off County Road 44
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| Tore up a fence, jumped in a ditch, felt so good
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| We didn’t want it to end so we went
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| Rocking to the radio, fogging up the windows
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| Headlights off in a spot nobody else knows
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| We were taillights fading from some blue lights chasing
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| Cut a path through the corn on County Road 44
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| Tore up a fence, jumped in a ditch, felt so good
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| We didn’t want it to end
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| Black Pontiac with a pocket of cash
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| Foot on the gas ready and throwing up a little dust
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| Like a pick up truck does in the mud
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| But ain’t nobody slowing us down right now |