| Yea I like to run with the old dogs
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| Learned some bad habits from my Paw Paw
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| I got an in with the outlaws
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| An I can only sing like I talk Ya’ll
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| I like to smoke from my left hand
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| Crank it out, stomp in a bar band
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| Firing up another when the song ends
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| And hangin' out here with my new friends… Cause
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| I’m the son of the son of the south
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| Daddy redneck mama half hippie
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| Taught how to talk straight not back or my little white butt get a whippin'
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| I like catfish coockin on a creek bank kind you can’t find in the city ya’ll
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| I ain’t just whistling dixie
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| Well I ain’t scared of a shotgun
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| Folks around here we all got one
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| Don’t give a damn or a dadgum
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| If ya don’t like where I come from
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| I like a girl from a down home
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| Even better without a thing on
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| Jump in ya better hang on
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| Fire it up an' were long gone… cause
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| Whistling dixie |