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We stood there frozen as the baseball hit the bat |
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Watched it clear the fence in |
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Johnson's yard |
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And broke that front door glass |
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We were already on that old man's list |
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And half way home, he was shaking his fist |
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Cussing that cloud of dust and boys like us |
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Boys like us are misunderstood |
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A little bit bad at being good |
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We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up |
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We like cars, guitars and swinging doors |
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Fast boats, gun action, four by fours |
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And girls that love boys like us |
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We saw the blue lights flashing |
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When my Mustang topped the hill |
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The chase was on, it was almost dawn |
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When we cut through that corn field |
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Thought we'd gotten away like the times before |
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But the sheriff was waiting with |
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Dad on the porch |
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He likes locking up boys like us |
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Boys like us are misunderstood |
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A little bit bad at being good |
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We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up |
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We like cars, guitars and swinging doors |
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Fast boats, gun action, four by fours |
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And girls that love boys like us |
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I thought bust that |
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Bud Light bottle over |
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Bobby's head |
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It was tables and chairs, beer and blood everywhere |
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Over one to young co-ed |
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We don't hit the town looking for a fight |
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But one always finds us on a |
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Friday night |
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It's dangerous being boys like us |
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Boys like us are misunderstood |
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A little bit bad at being good |
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We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up |
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We like cars, guitars and swinging doors |
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Fast boats, gun action, four by fours |
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And girls that love boys like us |
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Yeah, boys like us, them boys like us |
