| When the week is done and the evening sun
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| Is sinkin' back into the hills
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| Well, the neon lights start flickerin' on
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| And the roadhouse starts to fill
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| You can bet your ass by ten o’clock
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| It’ll be all that you can take
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| To squeeze inside with the girls and guys
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| Who come out to do the shake
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| Shake it 'til you can’t shake it out no more
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| Do it 'til your feet come off the floor
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| Put a little shake in your rattle and roll
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| Shake it 'til you can’t shake it out no more
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| The air is thick with the sweat and smoke
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| Comin' off everybody’s skin
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| And the rhythm grows in people’s bones
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| Like it’s comin' from within
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| Don’t come out here lookin' just to chill
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| Or to sit down and take a break
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| The only thing to try 'round here tonight
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| Is get up and do the shake
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| Shake it 'til you can’t shake it out no more
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| Do it 'til your feet come off the floor
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| Put a little shake in your rattle and roll
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| Shake it 'til you can’t shake it out no more
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| We’re all the same when we come out here
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| Don’t matter who your daddy is
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| What side of the street that you grew up on |
| Don’t count for anything
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| Come down alone, or with a friend in tow
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| Just get down here for god’s sake
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| Bring folding money and a pack of smokes
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| And get down here and shake
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| Shake it out |