| so far on a dirt road
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| Barely picking up the banjo
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| Through the static on the radio
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| Couldn’t stop us singing
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| A front porch wit the fans on
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| A pretty girl to take a chance on
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| Whatever we could get our hands on
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| Is what we were drinking
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| We came up
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| In a one-stop staying one-night town
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| When the weekend came round
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| We’d get to getting down
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| We came up
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| With dirt on our hands and on our boots
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| And nothing much to lose
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| And nothing much to do
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| So we came up with our own good times
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| We came up with a reason why
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| We raised some hell in what was in our cup
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| That’s how we came up
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| Yeah that’s how we came up
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| Working hard for five days
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| Getting paid on Fridays
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| Get a little bit sideways
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| Ain’t nothing wrong with that
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| It’s all that taking it too far
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| Made us who we are right now
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| Yeah looking back I wouldn’t change
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| A thing about how
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| We came up
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| In a one-stop staying one-night town
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| When the weekend came round
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| We’d get to getting down
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| We came up
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| With dirt on our hands and on our boots
|
| And nothing much to lose
|
| And nothing much to do
|
| So we came up with our own good times
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| We came up with a reason why
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| We raised some hell in what was in our cup
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| That’s how we came up
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| (Whoa, whoa)
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| Yeah that’s how we came up
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| (Whoa)
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| Oh we came up
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| Making something out of nothing, history
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| me
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| Nowhere else we’d rather be
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| We came up with dirt on our hands and our boots
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| And nothing much to lose
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| And nothing much to do
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| So we came up with our own good times
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| We came up with a reason why
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| We raised some hell in what was in our cup
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| That’s how we came up
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| (Whoa, whoa)
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| Yeah that’s how we came up
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| (Whoa) Oh, that’s how we came up
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| (Whoa, whoa) That’s how we came up
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| (Whoa) |