| Got a long list of little things I love a lot
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| You can kick it off of my fishin' pole or my huntin' dog
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| His name is Blue like my collar or Bud Light can
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| He’s a red-nose, I’m a redneck, we make damn good friends
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| I live simple man, Skynyrd style, free as a bird, no my sweet home ain’t Alabama
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| But I damn sure be keepin' turnin' these big wheels
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| Carry me home to see my kin
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| On that county line and them double wides down where that river bends
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| With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
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| Boots, beer, John Deere
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| It’s what we give a dang 'bout
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| Way out in the middle of nowhere
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| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare
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| Whoa oh whoa
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| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare
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| Whoa oh whoa
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| I’m livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare
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| Been feelin' down so I call my boys for a little pick me up
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| Moonshine jug in the back of the truck
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| I fill it with my Dixie cup
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| Tear it up, you know what’s up
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| Let’s see if we can hit that rut
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| Kickin' up mud, pass that jug
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| Let’s see if we can get it stuck
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| I ain’t backin' up baby (Nah), I’m goin' all the way
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| Mud is slingin', folks are singin' call it redneck holiday
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| With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
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| Boots, beer, John Deere
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| It’s what we give a dang 'bout
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| Way out in the middle of nowhere
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| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare
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| Whoa oh whoa
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| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare
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| Whoa oh whoa
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| I’m livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare
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| City boy crowd when the path went right
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| Little bit different than the Nashville lights
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| It’s a backwoods ride, sang to the place
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| But we only see snakes when the grass gets high
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| Here, get a cold beer, little shindig
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| Redneck dime can’t find any brochure
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| Listen here now young buck
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| You gon' get stuck if you don’t switch it into low gear
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| When there ain’t no hope, man you just gotta know some folks ain’t country
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| Aww buddy don’t look at me funny when I still live here and I got a little money
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| With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
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| Boots, beer, John Deere
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| It’s what we give a dang 'bout
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| Way out in the middle of nowhere
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| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare
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| Whoa oh whoa
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| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare
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| Whoa oh whoa
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| I’m livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare
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| Nightmare, nightmare
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| City boy’s nightmare
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| Nightmare, nightmare
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| City boy’s nightmare
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| With dust on, rust on, mud on everything
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| Boots, beer, John Deere
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| It’s what we give a dang 'bout
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| Way out in the middle of nowhere
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| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare
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| Whoa oh whoa
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| Livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare
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| Whoa oh whoa
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| I’m livin' the dream in a city boy’s nightmare |