| Well I tell ya one thing that we all got in common
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| We ain’t gotta worry when the sky starts fallin'
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| No need to panic when the lord comes callin'
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| Cause it’s all just a part of the show
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| When the headlines are preaching impending doom
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| And the civilized people start howling at the moon
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| And they sound the alarms and there’s no good news
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| I tell ya where we’ll all go
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| We’ll load on up
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| Take it out to the woods
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| Where the fish are still biting
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| And the eating’s still good
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| Where the garden keeps cranking out
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| Corn and beans
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| And the moonshine’s running
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| Cause the creek waters clean
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| Keep a fire burning
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| Rotisserie turning
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| Pass a jug around
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| And smoke one down
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| Making the best of a bad situation
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| Getting by just fine in a ghost town nation
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| We’re always gonna have a roof over a head
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| And the shotguns locked and loaded in the shed
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| Don’t worry bout nothing, you heard what I said
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| Everybody’s gonna be fine
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| We’ll load on up
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| Take it out to the woods
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| Where the fish are still biting
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| And the eating’s still good
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| Where the garden keeps cranking out
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| Corn and beans
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| And the moonshine’s running
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| Cause the creek waters clean
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| Keep a fire burning
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| Rotisserie turning
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| Pass a jug around
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| And smoke one down
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| Making the best of a bad situation
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| Getting by fine in a ghost town nation
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| We ain’t knocking on wood
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| We’ll crank it up to eleven
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| Ain’t no big deal
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| Its just Armageddon
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| We’ll load on up
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| Take it out to the woods
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| Where the fish are still biting
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| And the eating’s still good
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| Where the garden keeps cranking out
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| Corn and beans
|
| And the moonshine’s running
|
| Cause the creek waters clean
|
| Keep a fire burning
|
| Rotisserie turning
|
| Pass a jug around
|
| And smoke one down
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| Making the best of a bad situation
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| Getting by fine in a ghost town nation |