| «Take a left here, boy, take it slow
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| Don’t get distracted by that radio»
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| I just rolled my eyes and I said, «Daddy, I know
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| I’m fifteen, I ain’t green like some ol' ten year old»
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| What I wouldn’t give to be sixteen, wild and free
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| Cruisin' up and down Main in my F-150
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| Roll the windows down, bass too loud from this burnt CD
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| I’ll be right where I wanna be when I’m sixteen, sixteen, yeah
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| Sixteen
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| Now that I can drive, finally feel alive, but I got this curfew
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| Sneakin' in late, smelling like my girlfriend’s perfume
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| People talkin' 'bout college and knowledge and that’s alright
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| But all I’m thinkin' 'bout is an unsupervised Saturday night
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| What I wouldn’t give to be eighteen, wild and free
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| Buzzin' off a can of that Grizzly wintergreen
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| Lookin' old enough to pull off this fake ID
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| I’ll be right where I wanna be when I’m eighteen, eighteen
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| Eighteen, yeah
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| I’m old enough to smoke, I’m old enough to vote
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| But they turn me away when I go to the Cotton-Eyed Joe
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| They say the grass is always greener, and I believe that’s right
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| But my friends are off to Vegas, and they’re leavin' me behind
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| What I wouldn’t give to be twenty one, wild and free
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| Open up a cold one and drink it legally
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| Chase a bunch of girls, go see the world, let my wild streak run
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| I’ll be right where I wanna be when I’m twenty one, twenty one
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| Woah, when I’m twenty one
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| Yeah, when I’m twenty one, it’ll be alright
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| Yeah, it’ll all be alright when I’m twenty one
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| Now I’m twenty five, and I’m drinkin' wine with my wife at home
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| Got a couple dogs and a couple songs on the radio
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| And we sit around, and we laugh about how we used to be
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| When all we cared about was turning sixteen |