| I’m a little more beer bottle beer joint than a fancy bar
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| I’m a little more sitting up high on the road than a little car
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| I’m a little more bust ya back than take it for free
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| And that’s how I’ll always be
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| I’m a little more lose my temper than to sit on back
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| I’m a little more ol' Hank Williams than that trendy crap
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| I love a flat wood ol' front porch made of an old oak tree
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| And that’s how I’ll always be
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| I’ll always be a fan of ol' stray dogs and guitars playin'
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| One room churches, back road walks and front porch swingin'
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| Sunset skies, bonfire nights, I love the simple things
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| That’s how I’ll always be
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| I got friends that say I live a little like Cool Hand Luke
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| Fast cars and motorcycles, raisin' hell in cowboy boots
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| But, hey, on Sunday morning, I’ll take the back row seat
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| That’s how I’ll always be
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| I’ll always be a fan of ol' stray dogs and guitars playin'
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| One room churches, back road walks and front porch swingin'
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| Sunset skies, bonfire nights, I love the simple things
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| That’s how I’ll always be
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| I’m a fan of chert rock bouncing off a Chevy fender
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| That feeling that you get that first time she lets ya kiss her
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| Rusty roofs that rattle when the rain is fallin' down
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| Handshake deals, fresh-cut hay fields, and hometowns
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| I’ll always be a fan of ol' stray dogs and guitars playin'
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| One room churches, back road walks and front porch swingin'
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| Sunset skies, bonfire nights, I love the simple things
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| That’s how I’ll always be
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| That’s how I’ll always be
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| That’s how I’ll always be
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| That’s how I’ll always be |