| Whoa-whoa, oh
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| Whoa-whoa, oh
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| I pulled up to the Sonic drive-in
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| No AC in my truck
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| Diggin' in that seat for loose change
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| For an Ocean Water or some’n
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| But when I ordered the blue drink I got pretty blue eyes and a summertime smile,
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| yeah
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| I told her I’ve been diggin' for a while
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| I needed change in my life
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| Today penny pinchin' done me good
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| I needed change in my life
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| Those dirty quarters understood
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| I got a tip for a million dollar grin
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| Shotgun rider, with a shift on roller skates
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| American postcard and love at the Sonic drive-in
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| Happy hour comes, parkin' lot’s filled up
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| Every tailgate down on a mud covered truck
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| Every stall is orderin' sweet tea and tots
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| Just to hear the tanned-up pretty southern girl talk
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| And they wait around for a half an hour for a refill
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| Gas tank done ate your five dollar bill
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| Now you’re sittin' there diggin' through your plum full glove box
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| For just one more talk
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| I needed change in my life
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| Today penny pinchin' done me good
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| I needed change in my life
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| Those dirty quarters understood
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| I got a tip for a million dollar grin
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| Shotgun rider, with a shift on roller skates
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| American postcard and love at the Sonic drive-in
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| Whoa-whoa, oh, at the Sonic drive-in
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| Whoa-whoa, oh, at the Sonic drive-in
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| I needed change in my life
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| Today penny pinchin' done me good
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| I needed change in my life
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| Those dirty quarters understood
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| I got a tip for a million dollar grin
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| Shotgun rider, with a shift on roller skates
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| American postcard and love at the Sonic drive-in
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| Whoa-whoa, oh, at the Sonic drive-in
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| Whoa-whoa, oh, at the Sonic drive-in |