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Waited all week for Friday night, |
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and baby here you come peeling up the drive. |
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I know you like the jeans I'm wearing, |
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cuz' I can tell by the way that you keep staring. |
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There's a place we like to go, way back in the woods, |
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everybody's thinks we're up to no good. |
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[Chorus:] |
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When we're just sitting on the tailgate, |
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the moon shining on the lake |
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and listening to that country music playing. |
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Don't wanna think about it now |
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but my mama will be freaking out |
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when I don't make it home before 2 AM. |
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'll say it wouldn't start or maybe we got stuck, |
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I know my Daddy he'll be waiting up...let's blame it on your truck. |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Give you that smile, slip off my boots, |
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there's no place I'd rather be than here with you, |
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I know it's late, but I must confess, |
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that you could make this girl a country mess. |
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If the night gets any hotter, we'll end up in the water. |
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[Chorus 2:] |
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When we're just sittin' on the tailgate, |
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the moon shining on the lake |
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and moving to that country music playing. |
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You got your arm around me now |
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but my Mama will be freaking out |
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when I don't make it home before 2 AM. |
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We'll say it wouldn't start or maybe we got stuck, |
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I know my Daddy he'll be waiting up...let's blame it on your truck. |
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[Bridge:] |
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What will they say when they ask where we've been? |
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We've been gone since I don't know when. |
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They won't believe me but I'll say it again. |
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Ran out of gas, got a flat, got the trouble [?] |
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[Chorus 3:] |
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Just sittin' on the tailgate, |
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the moon shining on the lake |
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and moving to that country music playing. |
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Don't wanna think about it now, |
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my Mama will be freaking out |
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when I don't make it home before 2 AM. |
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We'll say it wouldn't start or maybe we got stuck, |
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I know my Daddy he'll be waiting up...let's blame it on your truck. |
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Let's blame it on your truck |