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Well daisy duke peek-a-boo |
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I might've learned a thing or two |
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On a Friday night joyride |
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Out there on the county line |
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Drag racin' 'til the blue lights chase us |
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And we scattered like sparks from |
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A black cat fuse |
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Train bridge where we spray paint Skynyrd |
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And the gold flakes glimmered in the |
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Cinnamon booze |
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[Chorus] |
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We were livin' every minute of the night |
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Like there might never be another |
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We were runnin' all the caution lights |
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We were learnin' to fly with a little tail gunner |
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If there was somethin' to burn, we were burnin' it |
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Anything with a curve, we were turnin' it |
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Just wildfires out there under |
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The hell raisin' heat of the summer |
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Alabama on the Alpine |
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Bust a cap on a deer sign |
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Little backseat butterfly |
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Home grown angel that'll get you high |
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That'll get you high |
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[Repeat Chorus] |
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Yeah I see it clearer in the rearview mirror |
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Than I ever did lookin' out over the hood |
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Yeah man, we had some damn good times |
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And I sure hope everybody's doin' good |
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[Repeat Chorus] |
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The hell raisin' heat of the summer |
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The hell raisin' heat of the summer |
