| If I die before I wake
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| Take me outback to my favorite place
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| Where the cold beer flows, warm wind blows
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| Come Friday night everybody knows
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| Get wild, jacked up
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| Bottle in the air, come on and sip up
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| If I go I’m goin' cowboy style
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| Put me six feet deep, bury me by the bonfire
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| Is it just dirt? |
| Hell no
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| Ain’t just a place where the green grass grows
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| It’s a good time state of mind
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| Loose yourself in a bottle of shine
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| Get wild, jacked up
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| Bottle in the air, come on and sip up
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| If I go I’m goin' cowboy style
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| Put me six feet deep, bury me by the bonfire
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| Bury me by the bonfire
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| A hundred years of kin-folk are buried by the tree outback
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| I’m damn sure not the first, and I’m damn sure not the last
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| Get wild, jacked up
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| Bottle in the air, come on and sip up
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| If I go I’m goin' cowboy style
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| Oh, if I go I’m goin' cowboy style
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| Put me six feet deep, bury me by the bonfire
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| Bury me by the bonfire
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| Oh, bury me, bury me by the bonfire
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| Bury me by the bonfire |