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Some folks sit and wait |
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On government checks. |
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Some of us have the |
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Sun beatin' down on our necks. |
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We've all got the same damn thing in mind. |
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An ol' screen door that swings |
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'Neath the neon sign. |
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Nah, we don't need a reason |
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To get down. |
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Turn the jukebox up to ten. |
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Son, throw 'em down. |
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Keep those longnecks cold on ice. |
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Before too long it sure be nice. |
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Just might have to buy |
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The house around. |
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In this little ol' lonesome dixie town. |
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Someone throw some cornmeal |
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Down on the floor. |
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So me and my baby can shuffle |
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Just a little bit more. |
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Then, I think we look funny, |
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The way that we move. |
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That's our thing, and |
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We got our own groove. |
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Nah, we don't need a reason |
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To get down. |
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Turn the jukebox up to ten. |
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Son, throw 'em down. |
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Keep those longnecks cold on ice. |
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Before too long it sure be nice. |
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Just might have to buy |
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The house around. |
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In this little ol' lonesome dixie town. |
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Nah, we don't need a reason |
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To get down. |
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Turn the jukebox up to ten. |
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Son, throw 'em down. |
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Keep those longnecks cold on ice. |
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Before too long it sure be nice. |
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Just might have to buy |
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The house around. |
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In this little ol' lonesome dixie town. |
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In this little ol' lonesome dixie town. |
