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If you see me walkin' down the line |
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With my fav'rite honky tonk in mind, |
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Well, i'll be here around suppertime |
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With my can of dinner and a bunch of fine. |
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Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah. |
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Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? |
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The crowd gets loud when the band gets right, |
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Steel guitar cryin' through the night. |
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Yeah, try'n to cover up the corner fight |
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But ev'rything's cool 'cause they's just tight. |
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Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah. |
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Huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? |
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Ah, play it boy. |
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The joint was jumpin' like a cat on hot tin. |
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Lord, i thought the floor was gonna give in. |
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Soundin' a lot like a house congressional |
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'cause we're experimental and professional. |
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Beer drinkers, hell raisers, yeah. |
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Well, baby, don't you wanna come with me? |
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- billy gibbons, dusty hill & frank beard |
