| Ridin' down red dirt, drivin' in a white truck
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| Lookin' at a pretty blue sky
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| Tired eyed kids playin' in a sprinkler
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| Daddy drinkin' cold bud light
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| Talk about a big life
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| In a small town, ain’t got a lot
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| But we sure found what we were looking for
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| Georgia red lipstick, tied white tanktop
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| Levi denim blue eyes
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| Bottle rockets blowin' up, hot dogs servin' up
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| It ain’t even fourth of july
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| That’s just how it is 'round here and we love it
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| We wouldn’t trade it all in for nothin' more
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| Ohhh
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| It’s in the song, baby, can’t you feel it?
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| Ohhh
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| And if you can’t, baby, listen to the lyrics
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| It’s Friday night freedom
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| Football game
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| It’s proud of where you from
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| It’s your last name
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| It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind
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| So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
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| That American spirit
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| Old red six string, white piece of paper
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| Scribbled down, lovin' blue ink
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| Sweet pretty girl, sweet southern melody
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| Sweep her right off of her feet
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| It’s a preacher, it’s an aisle
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| It’s a ring on a finger and bible
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| And a title on a fixer up house
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| Ohhh
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| It’s in the song, baby, can’t you feel it?
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| Ohhh
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| And if you can’t, baby, listen to the lyrics
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| It’s Friday night freedom
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| Football game
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| It’s proud of where you from
|
| It’s your last name
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| It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind
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| So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
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| That American spirit
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| Ohhh
|
| It’s in the song, baby, can’t you feel it?
|
| Ohhh
|
| And if you can’t, baby, listen to the lyrics
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| It’s Friday night freedom
|
| Football game
|
| It’s proud of where you from
|
| It’s your last name
|
| It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind
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| So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
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| That American spirit
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| Ridin' down red dirt
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| Drivin' in a white truck
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| Lookin' at a pretty blue sky |