| There’s a lean-to shed, burn pile, and some hound dogs
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| An ol' boy like me just get lost
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| Whiskey got ya boy feelin' nice
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| And I’ll be gone the whole night
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| Really ain’t no need to call
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| The truth is that you don’t need to worry at all
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| I’ll be just fine
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| As long as I can just get lost
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| I’m chillin' way back in the pines
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| And it’s alright if the clock just stops for a while
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| And all them rowdy friends of mine
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| They all call, but y’all I got some things on my mind
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| I need a half a gallon bottle, not a cell phone
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| I wanna close my eyes and just sail on
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| There’s a place in my mind that I go to rewind
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| Kick back, let go and try to lose it sometimes
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| 'Cause I been thinkin' 'bout thinkin' 'bout leavin'
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| Goin' to a place where I can think without reason
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| All of my worries left out in space
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| Come Monday it’s back to that old rat race
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| There’s a lean-to shed, burn pile, and some hound dogs
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| An ol' boy like me just get lost
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| Whiskey got ya boy feelin' nice
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| And i’ll be gone the whole night
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| Really ain’t no need to call
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| The truth is that you don’t need to worry at all
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| I’ll be just fine
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| As long as I can just get lost
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| So many phone calls and deadlines
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| Articles and headlines
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| It’s okay another buGy day
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| But I need to get my head right
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| Ain’t crunk the four wheel drive in quite a while
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| You know the kind
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| Jump in the truck and find some mud
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| And cruise around to ease my mind
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| Rippin' through the Georgia pines
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| Sunny skies and feelin' fine
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| They don’t sell beer up in here
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| So I guess I’ll hit the county line
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| Stoppin' by, the river’s high
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| Maybe catch some fish to fry
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| My tackle box stays in the back
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| With my old Zebco with my spider wire
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| Slow it down and figure out
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| What this life is all about
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| It ain’t the money or the clout
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| It ain’t the future, it’s right now
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| So tell me what y’all know about them dirty country roads
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| Gettin' lost it cleanse the soul ever since the days of old
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| There’s a lean-to shed, burn pile, and some hound dogs
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| An ol' boy like me just get lost
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| Whiskey got ya boy feelin' nice
|
| And I’ll be gone the whole night
|
| Really ain’t no need to call
|
| The truth is that you don’t need to worry at all
|
| I’ll be just fine
|
| As long as I can just get lost
|
| There’s a lean-to shed, burn pile, and some hound dogs
|
| An ol' boy like me just get lost
|
| Whiskey got ya boy feelin' nice
|
| And I’ll be gone the whole night
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| Really ain’t no need to call
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| The truth is that you don’t need to worry at all
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| I’ll be just fine
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| As long as I can just get lost |