| This old world, it sure is changin'
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| But this old boy don’t even change the station
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| I’m just a product of my raisin'
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| My daddy still cusses while mama’s prayin'
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| And these old blue jeans here are faded
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| I reckon I’ll always be this way, yeah
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| I’ll be right here
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| With my Kemosabes and a cold beer
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| My baby right beside me, lovin' everything about me
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| From my boots to the tip of my hat
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| I’ll be doin' this 'til Jesus and Wranglers come back, back
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| Bring 'em on back
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| I’ll be ready when Jesus and Wranglers make a comeback
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| As long as there’s a truck
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| With three on the tree
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| You’ll find a bar with an empty seat
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| As long as I get paid
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| For workin' all week
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| Well, you know where I’ll be
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| I’ll be right here
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| With my Kemosabes and a cold beer
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| My baby right beside me, lovin' everything about me
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| From my boots to the tip of my hat
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| I’ll be doin' this 'til Jesus and Wranglers come back, back
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| Bring 'em on back
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| I’ll be ready when Jesus and Wranglers make a comeback
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| If the Lord don’t come back soon
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| We might pull up all on the moon
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| I’ll be right here
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| Waitin' on Jesus to walk in
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| Wearin' acid washed denim
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| With a Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt
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| Faded out black
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| And a worn out Atlanta Braves cap
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| I’ll be right here
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| With my Kemosabes and a cold beer
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| My baby right beside me, lovin' everything about me
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| From my boots to the tip of my hat
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| I’ll be doin' this 'til Jesus and Wranglers come back, back
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| Bring 'em on back
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| I’ll be ready when Jesus and Wranglers make a comeback
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| Yeah, I’ll be ready when Jesus and Wranglers make a comeback |