| Every Friday night there’s a steady cloud of dust
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| That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks
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| Got old Hank crankin', way up loud
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| Got coolers in the back, tailgates down
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| There’s a big fire burnin' but don’t be alarmed
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| It’s just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm
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| Ed’s been on the tractor, ain’t seen Becky all week
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| Somebody said they seen them headin' down to the creek
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| Farmer Johnson’s daughters just pulled up in a jeep
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| Man, he knows how to grow 'em if you know what I mean
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| Old Dave’s gettin' loud but he don’t mean no harm
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| We’re just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm
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| You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute
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| But there’s some things you can’t do inside those city limits
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| Ain’t no closin' time, ain’t no cover charge
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| Just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm
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| Well you can come as you are, there ain’t no dress code
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| Just some rural route rules that you need to know
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| Don’t mess with the bull, he can get real mean
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| Don’t forget to shut the gate, stay out of the beans
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| If it starts to rainin' we’ll just head to the barn
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| We’re country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm
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| You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute
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| But there’s some things you can’t do inside those city limits
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| Ain’t no closin' time, ain’t no cover charge
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| Just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm
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| Ain’t no closin' time, ain’t no cover charge
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| Just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm
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| Oh, let’s get down y’all
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| Stay out of that hay |