| I go barefoot when the sun’s high
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| And I’m drinkin' beer in a shady spot
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| Like rosemary beach and last a line
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| Just you and me
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| That week flew by
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| And when I want to knock you dead
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| I wear some heels every now and then
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| Like New Years Eve when I kicked them off
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| We were champagne drunk
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| When the ball dropped
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| But I’m stone-cold sober here tonight
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| And I can see
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| Loving me
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| Ain’t what’s on your mind
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| If I gotta be strong
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| Walked on
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| Hold my head high
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| While the chips fall
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| Give me a minute
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| Baby, just hold on
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| If I gotta pack two years
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| In the back of my truck
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| Kick up that kind of dust
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| If we’re gonna do this dance
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| And sing that goodbye song
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| I’m better with my boots on
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| Oh, I’m better with my boots on
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| Right now, they feel like an old friend
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| When you’re breakin' down
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| You need broken
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| They kept me steady when the rope is long
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| Kept the beat to a million songs
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| They make me feel tougher than I am
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| The best hundred bucks
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| I ever spend
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| If I gotta be strong
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| Walked on
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| Hold my head high
|
| While the chips fall
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| Give me a minute
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| Baby, let me put 'em on
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| If I gotta pack two years
|
| In the back of my truck
|
| Kick up that kind of dust
|
| If we’re gonna do this dance
|
| And sing that goodbye song
|
| Oh, I’m better with my boots on
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| You don’t want me to love you anymore
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| So all that’s left
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| Is getting through that door
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| If I gotta be strong
|
| Walked on
|
| Hold my head high
|
| While the chips fall
|
| Give me a minute
|
| Baby, just hold on
|
| If I gotta pack two years
|
| In the back of my truck
|
| Kick up that kind of dust
|
| If we’re gonna do this dance
|
| And sing that goodbye song
|
| I’m better with my boots on
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| I’m better with my boots on |