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There's a picture of a covered bridge |
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With water running under it |
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Flowing through my mind, takes me back in time |
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After haulin' hay all day |
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We'd stop by there and drop a tailgate |
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And take a dip to cool off a bit |
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Blue sky would turn to red off in the west |
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We'd tear into a full igloo of |
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Old Milwaukee's |
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BestOn a summer sundown, same old young crowd |
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Jeans and tank tops, bikinis, flip flops |
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And blankets on the ground |
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My girl in my arms, sippin' on |
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Boone's Farm, yeah |
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It seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around |
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Days were long and we were waitin' on a summer sundown |
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We'd park our pick ups on the bank |
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Build a bon fire and we'd crank our radios |
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Loud as they would go |
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Now and then, it never failed |
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Old man Baker'd start raisin' hell |
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About us being there, ah, but we didn't care |
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If he called the law the fun would end |
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But everybody knew in a day or two |
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We'd all be back again |
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On a summer sundown, same old young crowd |
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Jeans and tank tops, bikinis, flip flops |
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And blankets on the ground |
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My girl in my arms, sippin' on |
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Boone's Farm, yeah |
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It seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around |
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Days were long and we were waitin' on a summer sundown |
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Same old young crowd |
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Jeans and tank tops, bikinis, flip flops |
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And blankets on the ground |
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My girl in my arms, sippin' on |
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Boone's Farm |
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It seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around |
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Days were long and we were waitin' on a summer sundown |
