| My name’s billy jo mckay
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| I just turned 16 yesterday
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| I’m gonna get the nerve one day
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| To get outta here
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| My ma passed on 3 years ago they said
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| It was cancer and it took her slow
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| And ever since then I’ve been
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| Sayin no to my daddy and my tears
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| Now when you come down our road
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| You gotta watch the bump
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| Right there across from
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| The garbage dump
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| You can find me out back
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| Jumpin on the trampoline
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| And in the springtime
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| We’ll be skippin school
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| We sneak off
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| To the cantrell’s swimming pool
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| Man, you can’t get much cooler
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| Than me and my friend darlene
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| Now my granddaddy’s hands are worn
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| From 50 years of growin corn
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| Back behind the houe where
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| I was born before he had to sell
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| And my cousin eddie
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| He got shot in the walmart parkin lot
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| Yeah this little town’s changed a lot
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| He said it hurt like hell
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| My name’s billy jo mckay
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| It’s a hot mississippi summer saturday
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| Daddy’s on the porch
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| With uncle dave drinkin dixie beer
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| 16 years of being bored
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| My window’s open, forget the door
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| Hope there’s some gas in the
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| Old man’s ford cause I’m outta here
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| I’m outta here, I’m outta here
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| I’m outta here, I’m outta here
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| I’m outta here
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| Maybe i’ll go down to biloxi
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| Or maybe to new orleans
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| Or maybe hotlanta |