| I just threw my bottle at the jukebox
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| Got tired of hearing them same old songs
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| Gotta get myself back to Tennessee
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| Lord, where a country boy belongs
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| I kinda like those city women
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| When they walk by, Lord, and the way they smell
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| Gotta get myself back to Tennessee
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| Where the women and the wildcats, they both raise hell
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| Now let me tell you something city slicker
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| I didn’t know this coochie was your wife
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| Put that gun back where it belongs
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| and I get myself on home
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| I’m gonna get on my hat, get back to Tennessee
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| Lord, where a country boy belongs
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| Now let me tell you something city slicker
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| I didn’t know this coochie was your wife
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| Put that gun back where it belongs
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| And I get myself on home
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| I’m gonna get on my hat, get back to Tennessee
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| Lord, where a country boy belongs |