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Long truck bed, hop in it, fire engine red like a lipstick |
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Out here we can let it go, yeah |
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Just me and my good friends, jug of wine lil' sip |
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Out here baby you just never know |
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Yeah, these are the days of gold |
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Well it's a Southern summer |
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Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner |
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Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold |
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Southern summer |
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And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar |
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Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold |
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The July sky, so high moon shining by the river side |
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Stealing hearts and running wild |
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In our own little world, Tennessee boys and girls running free |
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Out here it's good times for miles |
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Yeah, these are the days of gold |
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Well it's a Southern summer |
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Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner |
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Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold |
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Southern summer |
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And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar |
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Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold |
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A little bit of you, a little bit of me |
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What you wanna do, what's it gonna be |
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We can get a wild, we can live free |
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Or you can shake it for me baby like a tambourine |
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Slice the watermelon and you spit the seed |
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Sweat on your back's stickin' to the seat |
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We can sneak off to beat the heat |
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I'll be buzzing on you honey like a bumble bee |
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Yeah, it's a Southern summer |
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Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner |
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Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold |
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Southern summer |
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And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar |
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Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold |