| Hey, young buck
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| In your muddy tire’d pick-up
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| Dust on the dash, dust on your boots
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| Keep takin' them curves like Bo and Luke
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| Hey young buck
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| With your Jack in your sonic cup
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| She thinks it’s strong so you cut it with Sprite
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| Next think you know it’s all goin' right
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| It’s all night kinda night
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| (That's right)
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| Keep chasin' them girls, shootin' at the moon
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| Raisin' that hell, lovin' Jesus too
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| You’re the heartbeat
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| Of this little bitty town
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| You’re a bottle rocket lit, Friday night lights
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| Just like ya daddy and his daddy that’s right
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| Got a fire
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| You can’t put out
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| Hey, young buck
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| Don’t be ashamed of what yer' proud of
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| Dirt on your hands, dirt on your soul
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| Dirt on your truck, dirt on your road
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| That’s how you roll
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| (As long as you roll somewhere)
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| Keep chasin' them girls, shootin' at the moon
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| Raisin' that hell, lovin' Jesus too
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| You’re the heartbeat
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| Of this little bitty town
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| You’re a bottle rocket lit, Friday night lights
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| Just like ya daddy and his daddy that’s right
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| Got a fire
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| You can’t put out
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| Hey young buck
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| Just wishin' you a little luck
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| Head over seas, defend that flag
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| While your momma keeps prayin', you come back
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| (Oh, I hope you do)
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| I’d buy a round or two
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| Keep chasin' them girls, shootin' at the moon
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| Raisin' that hell, lovin' Jesus too
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| You’re the heartbeat
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| Of this little bitty town
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| You’re a bottle rocket lit, Friday night lights
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| Just like ya daddy and his daddy that’s right
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| Got a fire
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| You can’t put out
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| Hey, young buck
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| (Keep doin' what you’re doin'
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| And doin' it right) |