| Run, run, run — Your papa’s got a gun
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| And daddy says he don’t like boys like me
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| With stringy long hair and hungry eyes
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| The kind of moves that would tantilize
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| I drive a shiny red car with silver star
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| Six pack in the back
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| I’m lookin' for my honey
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| Gonna' spend all my money
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| Down in Celina — Celina Tennessee
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| Oh, yeah
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| Now, I work all day in the sawmill
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| And I do a little runnin' at night
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| I’m tryin' to make a livin'
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| Oooh, what a life, what a life
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| I got a job in Bardstown City
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| And a girl back home so dog-gone pretty
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| I got to get back to my shack in the hills
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| And the thrill — Of Celina — Celina Tennessee
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| Oh, yeah
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| Well, were' goin' down to Celina Tennessee
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| Where the Sukali Soda is cheap
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| And the dancin’s free
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| Yeah, we’re goin' down to Celina Tennessee
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| Well there’s always a party — down in Celina Tennessee
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| C’mon Greg
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| We’re goin' down to Celina Tennessee
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| I got some room in the back
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| Do you want to come along with me
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| Yeah, we’re goin' down to Celina Tennessee
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| They say life is a party — down in Celina Tennessee
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| Whoa, there’s always a party down in Celina Tennessee |