| Cut off blue jeans, white t-shirt, in the seat right next to me
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| In my old truck on some backwoods dirt, still feels like a first date to me
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| But we’ve been this way for some time, she’s got me on her leash
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| But I don’t mind the way she runs the show, this ol' dog’s as happy as can be
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| I Don’t know what it is about this girl that get me
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| There’s just somethin' 'bout her Dixie
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| Snuck out of her parents' house one cold December night
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| Bundled up we rode up on a hill
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| Bottle of Boone’s Farm and 13 Natural Lights, we were feeling 'bout as good as
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| we could feel
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| We listened to every Haggard song I had
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| We danced along by fire light
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| Got her home at 2 AM and got cussed out by her dad
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| All I could here was her singing «Mama Tried»
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| I Don’t know what it is about this girl that get me
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| There’s just somethin' 'bout her Dixie
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| You might find her down at the Florida-Georgia Line
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| She might be right here in these Alabama pines
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| One things for sure you can’t find her in no big city
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| There’s just somethin' 'bout her Dixie
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| I Don’t know what it is about this girl that fits me
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| There’s just somethin' 'bout her Dixie
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| There’s just somethin' 'bout her Dixie |