| Anybody wanna pop a top on a random Tuesday night?
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| Anybody wanna build a fire in a circle of truck headlights?
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| Anybody wanna hit the field and get into some trouble?
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| Or go way, way, way back in the woods with a big ol' capital W?
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| You got my number, hit me up if you’re tryin' to fill your cup
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| All you ladies in Luccheses with that denim all riped up, I’m singin'
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| Ain’t no gate code, just hop that fence
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| Ain’t no dress code, baby, come on in
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| Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah
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| And we gon' get you feelin' alright
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| Got that country gold comin' out of your radio
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| A little more funk at the end of your gravel road
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| Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out
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| That’s how we do it in the dirty south
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| Break it down like, like, like
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| The smaller the town, the bigger the party (We gon' turn it up)
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| We out in the sticks and gettin' it started
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| So grab all your friends and tell everybody
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| The smaller the town, the biggger the party (Turn it up some)
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| I will not take a pill in Ibiza, but I will do a shot of tequila
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| I’ll break out my guitar under the stars
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| And sing you some Oh My Maria
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| Yeah, we got a handle of Tito’s just me and all my amigos
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| Gonna hit a little bump, bump, bumpy road
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| On the way to the spot only we know
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| Ain’t no gate code, just hop that fence
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| Ain’t no dress code, baby, come on in
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| Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah
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| And we gon' get you feelin' alright
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| Got that country gold comin' out of your radio
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| A little more funk at the end of your gravel road
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| Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out
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| That’s how we do it in the dirty south
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| Break it down like, like, like
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| And the drums go
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| Break it down, hey
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| Ain’t no gate code, just hop that fence
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| Ain’t no dress code, baby, come on in
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| Just pour your worries on Sonic ice, yeah
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| And we gon' get you feelin' alright
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| Got that country gold comin' out of your radio
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| A little more funk at the end of your gravel road
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| Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out
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| That’s how we do it in the dirty south
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| Break it down like, like, like (One more time, like)
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| Got that country gold comin' out of your radio
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| A little more funk at the end of your gravel road
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| Ain’t tryin' to brag, but we got it all figured out
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| That’s how we do it in the dirty south
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| Break it down like, like, like
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| Ah, that country gold, ah
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| Country gold |