| Palm trees and beautiful hips
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| Man it dosen’t get any better than this
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| Sun settin' like fire on the Viper Room
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| Old Lemmy holed up at the bar
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| And Johnny Depp pickin' on an old guitar
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| Man I wish old Keith would’ve taught em how to keep it in tune
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| I came here lookin' for love
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| But all I found was sex and drugs
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| Strung out, broke down, homesick and thinkin' of you
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| There ain’t nothin' like a Tennessee mountain top
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| Some straight shootin' neighbors that don’t name drop
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| With a preacher man prayin' for peace but still packin' a gun
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| Singing karaoke in a double wide
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| With smoke so thick it’ll burn your eyes
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| Oh oh, my sweet Lord I’ll warn ya
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| Fall in love with an angel
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| You’ll end up in California
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| High tide I felt so alive
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| Until I spent six hours on the 405
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| In a jacked up rocky ridge straight rollin' coal
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| But then I, I turned up the radio
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| And hear a bunch of… that’s got no soul
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| All pop and hip-hop but no damn rock n roll
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| I came here lookin' for love
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| But ended up on a bathroom rug
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| On my knees prayin' God please see me through
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| There ain’t nothin' like a Tennessee mountain top
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| Some straight shootin' neighbors that don’t name drop
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| With a preacher man prayin' for peace but still packin' a gun
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| Singing karaoke in a double wide
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| With smoke so thick it’ll burn your eyes
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| Oh oh, my sweet Lord I’ll warn ya
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| Fall in love with an angel
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| You’ll end up in California
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| There ain’t nothin' like a Tennessee mountain top
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| Some straight shootin' neighbors that don’t name drop
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| With a preacher man prayin' for peace but still packin' a gun
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| Singing karaoke in a double wide
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| Some sweet southern sugar right by my side
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| Oh oh, my sweet Lord I’ll warn ya
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| Fall in love with an angel
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| Fall in love with an angel, yeah
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| Fall in love, fall in love, fall in love, love, love
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| With an angel |