| Well I was born in Tennessee but it couldn’t hold me
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| I told my mama and my daddy that I got to be free
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| I moved to California where the sun shines all day long
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| If it feels so good, girl, you know it ain’t wrong
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| I started playin' in the clubs, playin' keys
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| I started chasin' every woman laid a smile on me
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| Played with Guns N' Roses by the time that I was twenty-three
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| Yes, there wasn’t no rock 'n' roller alive that was rock 'n' roll enough for me
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| Yeah, 'cause I wanna get down
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| Down like a basset hound
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| Down to the honky tonk
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| Burn this juke joint down
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| Make Hank proud
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| Get drunk
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| Get loud
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| I’m bound ta git down
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| Bound ta git down
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| Well I made a few records, I wrote a few songs
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| I took 'em down to Nashville and set it all up
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| Ten years on the bus and still checking traffic in Tennessee
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| See if I end up I’ll be out of bullets, scream for me
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| Now I got me a house in the Hollywood Hills
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| I smoke me some weed but I don’t take no pills
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| I got me a band, we love jammin'
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| On my gray guitar, on my gray Hammond
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| I might set up a band with Marilyn Manson
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| Call it Johnny B. Bad
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| You know that I’m bound ta git down
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| Down like a basset hound
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| Down to the honky tonk
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| Burn this juke joint down
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| Make Hank proud
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| Get drunk
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| Get loud
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| I’m bound ta git down
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| Bound ta git down
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| Oh I wanna get down
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| Down like a basset hound
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| Down to the honky tonk town
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| Burn this juke joint down
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| Make Hank proud
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| Get drunk
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| Get loud
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| I’m bound ta git down
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| Bound ta git down |