| Got the boys saddled up, and it looks like we’re going out
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| Nobody goes to jail was the last words from my mouth
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| See, yeah, I’ve been a time or two
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| I swore I’d never do that again
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| But to my surprise you caught my eye, as soon as I walked in
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| You got me thinking 'bout running every red light
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| Dodging every cop in this town
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| Drink a little moonshine
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| Dancing when the sun goes down
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| I’ve got all we need in the front seat
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| Got me feelin' bulletproof
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| Got me thinking about
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| Getting in some trouble with you
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| Left our friends at the bar
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| They’ve been calling us all night
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| You look at me
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| Said maybe we should have said they’ll be all right
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| Cause I ain’t worried about a thing tonight
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| I mean you bend the rules
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| And I’m telling you we could take that line
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| As far as you want to
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| You got me thinking 'bout running every red light
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| Dodging every cop in this town
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| Drink a little moonshine
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| Dancing when the sun goes down
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| I’ve got all we need in the front seat
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| Got me feelin' bulletproof
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| Got me thinking about
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| Getting in some trouble with you
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| Well yeah I got a friend and he’s a cop it town
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| He’s let me off before, but he said you’re going downtown
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| If he catches me again I’m gonna be in deep
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| 'Cause his bossman says he’s gotta clean up the streets
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| But I gotta wild hair, and the only way to fix it
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| Is picking you up, so I think I’m gonna risk it
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| Top of my lungs Free Bird and Curtis Loew
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| Drivin' nintety-five, throwing empties through the window
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| Whisky Bent and I’m feeling Hell Bound
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| I ain’t stopping 'til I here slow down
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| You got me thinking 'bout running every red light
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| Dodging every cop in this town
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| Drink a little moonshine
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| Dancing when the sun goes down
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| I’ve got all we need in the front seat
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| Got me feelin' bulletproof
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| Got me thinking about
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| Getting in some trouble with you
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| Getting into some trouble with you |