| Guess we was born, years to late,
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| Willie an Shine, they’re the old school kind,
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| Kick it like they kick it back in 69, get out that vinyl,
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| Drop a needle down,
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| We’re out in the field, just straight chillin',
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| Party at the lake, tara cote, beer killing.
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| If you smoke funny cigarettes, shoot that whiskey,
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| You shake them hips, like a hip, hip, hippy,
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| Gonna light 'em if you got 'em, tip back that bottle,
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| Little sip sip sippy,
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| Peace, Love and Dixie,
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| Holler if you’re with me,
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| Peace, Love and Dixie.
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| Call it what you want, say what you wanna say,
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| If you want sticks and stones, country rock and roll and Born in the USA,
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| Well then I suppose, you drop a tailgate down,
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| With hotties in tow, speakers bout to blow,
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| Throw some TC3 at your radio.
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| If you smoke funny cigarettes, shoot that Whiskey,
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| You shake them hips like a hip, hip hippy,
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| Gonna light 'em if you got 'em, tip back back that bottle,
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| Little sip sip sippy,
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| Peace, Love and Dixie.
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| If you smoke funny cigarettes, shoot that Whiskey,
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| You shake them hips, like a hip, hip hippy,
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| Gonna light 'em if you got 'em, tip back back that bottle,
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| Little sip, sip, sippy
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| Peace, Love and Dixie.
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| If you smoke funny cigarettes, shoot that Whiskey,
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| You shake them hips, like a hip, hip hippy,
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| Gonna light 'em if you got 'em, tip back back that bottle,
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| Little sip, sip, sippy
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| Peace, Love and Dixie,
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| Holler if you’re with me,
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| Peace, Love and Dixie. |