| Ripped jeans, only drinks whiskey
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| Found him by the fire while his girl was gettin' frisky, oh
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| I say we go this road tonight
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| And he smiles, his arms around her
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| But his eyes are holdin' me, just a captive to his wonder, oh
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| I say we go this road tonight
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| And now I know that that’s your girl, I mean no disrespect
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| The way that shirt hugs you chest, boy, I just won’t forget
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| I’ll be sittin' here, drinking my whiskey
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| I won’t say good night unless I think ya might miss me, oh
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| Be my All-American boy tonight
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| Where everyday’s the 4th of July
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| It’s alright, alright
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| And we can keep this up till the morning light
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| And you can hold me deep in your eyes
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| It’s alright, alright
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| So be my, be my
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| My All-American boy
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| Ripped jeans, a tight shirt
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| He lights a cigarette, you know I’m glad that she can’t stand it, oh
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| I drink the moonlight from his eyes
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| Now hold there, just a moment
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| I wanna take this in now we don’t need no photo of it, no
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| We should go this road tonight
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| Now I know that that’s your girl and I don’t give a damn
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| She’s been cussin' and cryin', she don’t know what she has
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| I’ll be sittin' here, tryin' to hold down my whiskey
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| You tell your girl good night 'cause somebody’d like to kiss me, oh
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| Be my All-American boy tonight
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| Where everyday’s the 4th of July
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| It’s alright, alright
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| And we can keep this up till the morning light
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| And you can hold me deep in your eyes
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| It’s alright, alright
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| So be my, be my
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| My All-American boy
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| Of all the girls and boys who look my way
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| Ain’t nobody ever hit me this way
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| So won’t you come back with me
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| And lay with me a while
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| I’m gonna wrestle you out of them clothes,
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| And leave the beautiful body exposed,
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| And you can have my heart and my soul and my body
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| Oh, be mine
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| Be my All-American boy tonight
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| Baby, you’ll light my fire
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| I’ll make you feel alright, alright
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| And we can keep this up till the morning light
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| And you can hold me deep in your eyes
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| It’s alright, alright
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| So be my, be my
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| Just be my, be my
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| My All-American boy |