| Me and the boys that I knew in school
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| Are thirty years old and, stubborn as a herd of mules
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| We get all cleaned up on a Saturday night
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| We say yes to the girls when they ask if they look alright
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| Load up the cars and ride around
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| Roll down the windows and we go to town
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| And we talk too slow, drive too fast
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| We’re high on life and low on gas
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| Tryin’to make the way things are
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| The way things used to be The boys and me The phone rings it’s the call of the wild
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| And the clothes we wear have finally come back in style
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| We got some tall tales that we love to tell
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| They may not be true
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| But we sure do remember them well
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| We work hard to have a little fun
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| Roll up our sleeves and get the job done son |