| I don’t believe the things I’m told
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| What’s goin' down on Kick Willy Rd
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| They got gang attacks, and some hard cold steel
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| On the back of my neck, from the way that I feel
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| I’ve been a bad boy, maybe once or twice
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| I got drunk and shot a little dice
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| But it’s alright, comin' from the country
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| I can learn the city ways, yeah baby
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| And sometimes you know I really feel that way, yeah baby
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| And they say the fightin' helps them feel OK
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| But it’s the country life I choose, forget the city blues
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| Baby I should try and get away
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| And here they come on a Friday night
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| You got two gangs lookin' for a fight
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| You got the Hubley boys and the Parnels too
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| It’s the way that they live, the things that they do
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| I been a bad boy, maybe once or twice
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| I got drunk and shot a little dice
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| But it’s alright, comin' from the country
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| I can learn the city ways, yeah baby
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| And sometimes you know I really feel that way, yeah
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| And they say that fightin' helps you feel OK
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| But it’s the country life I choose, forget the city blues
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| Baby I should try and get away
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| Take me to the country
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| Fist fight, seem to have left someone
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| My my, wasn’t that a good one
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| Too much, that boy done alright
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| You know sometimes I start to feel that way, yeah baby
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| And they say that fightin' helps you feel OK, yeah yeah
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| You know sometimes I really feel that way, baby baby
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| And they say that fightin' helps them feel OK, yeah yeah
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| Oooh, yeah yeah yeah
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| Oooh, yeah baby
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| You know sometimes I really feel that way, yeah yeah
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| You know sometimes I really feel that way, baby
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| You know sometimes I really feel that way, yeah baby
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| You know sometimes I really feel that way |