| Well it’s late July and it’s scorching hot
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| In the Piggly Wiggly parking lot
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| No traffic light cause it got shot
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| Way back in '88
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| Tanned legs dangle from an old tailgate
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| Somebody yells, let’s go to the lake
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| There’s still a?
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| In the back of my Chevrolet
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| It’s long, it’s red
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| It’s a car with a bed
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| Come on, let’s go
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| Let’s take a ride in the El Camino
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| Well it’s hard to keep it between the lines
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| Cause Mary Lou Langley is looking so fine
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| Bobby’s throwin' bottles at speed limit signs
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| And missing 'em by a mile
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| Full moon shinin' on a Tennessee night
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| Everybody is singing, Dixieland Delight
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| Goin' 30 miles an hour but that’s alright
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| We’ll be there in a little while
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| It’s long, it’s red
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| It’s a car with a bed
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| Come on, let’s go
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| Let’s take a ride in the El Camino
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| Aw, take a ride
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| We prowl in the Fishhead Sloo
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| And everybody puts on their birthday suits
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| Except for me and Mary Lou
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| We got better things to do
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| It’s still long, it’s red
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| It’s a car with a bed
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| Come on, let’s go
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| We’re gonna take a ride in the El Camino
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| Come on and take a ride in the El Camino |