| They were drunk and they were angry
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| They were big as they could be
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| They were hell bent and determined
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| To kick the Yankee out of me
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| Insulted me they called me names
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| They would not let me pass
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| Oh those Redneck boys
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| They left me no choice
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| I had to kick some ass
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| Guess again
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| Must’ve been dreamin
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| Truth is I turned high tail and ran
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| Guess again
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| Oh I must’ve been dreamin
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| Dreamin I was much more of a man
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| Well you know that I am six foot three
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| But did you know that I’m part Cherokee
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| Oh I’m a major hunk
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| Have you ever seen me dunk
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| You know that I’m a Spanish dancer
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| I’m workin on my cure for cancer
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| I drive a supersonic car
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| And I’m a rock and roll star
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| Guess again
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| Must’ve been dreamin
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| Maybe I just got way too much time
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| Guess again
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| Oh I must’ve been dreamin
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| Since when is dreamin a crime
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| See I was burstin with desire
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| I was a boy of just thirteen
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| She was an old friend of the family
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| And a local beauty queen
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| And then we found ourselves alone
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| In the middle of the day
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| She took me to her room
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| She took me to the moon
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| She took my innocence away
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| Guess again
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| Must’ve been dreamin
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| Truth is she never noticed me
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| Guess again
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| Oh I must’ve been dreamin
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| But it’s so much sweeter than reality
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| Well you know I’m not afraid of pain
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| But did you know that I rope fire and rain
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| Workin on my seventh book oh yeah
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| I’m a gourmet cook
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| I speak fluent French you know
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| I got a big black belt in Tae Kwan Do
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| And I’m a PHD of course
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| And I’m hung like a horse
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| Guess again
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| Must’ve been dreamin
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| Sometimes all these dreams are like a curse
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| Guess again
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| Oh I must’ve been dreamin
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| Guess you’re gonna have to sit through one more verse
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| You see we booked this downtown cabaret
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| My brother and the boys
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| Came to sing some rock and roll
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| And make a little noise
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| But the audience ignored us
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| No matter what we played
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| We tore our soles apart
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| And I sang out my heart
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| They laughed and turned away
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| And then we sang this very tune
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| About my dreams that don’t come true
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| Whoa their jaws just dropped
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| And you know the laughin stopped
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| And they seemed to hang on every word
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| Like the finest song they’d ever heard
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| They rose as one and roared their love
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| The angels joining from above
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| We saw the light we found the cure
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| An end to hate
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| An end to war
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| The crowd called out for more
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| Guess again
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| Must’ve been dreamin
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| It’s the only thing in life that’s left that’s free
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| Guess again
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| Oh I must’ve been dreamin
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| Dreamin’s always worked pretty well
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| Dreamin’s always worked pretty darn well
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| Dreamin’s always worked pretty well for me |