| I only smoke when I drink
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| And I’ll roll with the right company
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| I still hold the door for all the ladies
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| Drive an old Chevy 'cause I can’t afford a 'cedes
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| I’m a product from the trailer house where my momma raised me
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| I’m as holy as these jeans don’t try to save me
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| I only smoke when I drink
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| And I’ll roll with the right company
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| I like them stones when I sing
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| And I know I ain’t the last of the wild and free
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| Where’s the good ol' boys like me?
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| (Where's the good ol' boys like me?)
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| I can talk as dirty as my muddy old tires
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| I can keep my cool or I can bring the fire
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| I’m always packing heat 'cause baby I am a fighter
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| I can shoot the shit but I ain’t no liar
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| I only smoke when I drink
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| And I’ll roll with the right company
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| I like them stones when I sing
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| And I know I ain’t the last of the wild and free
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| Where’s the good ol' boys like me?
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| I only smoke when I drink
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| And I’ll roll with the right company
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| I only smoke when I drink
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| And I’ll roll with the right company
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| I like them stones when I sing
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| And I know I ain’t the last of the wild and free
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| Where’s the good ol' boys like me?
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| The good ol' boys like me
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| Good ol' boys like me |