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She got her smile on, dog'on nothing in the world's wrong |
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Rolling down a country road |
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She's my shotgun rider |
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I'm the lucky dog beside her |
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My lips are where her kisses go |
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She loves when we go to the river and get in the water |
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And buddy she is hotter than south Georgia in July |
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Man when I'm with her I can't get enough of her |
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I got to kiss her and I got to hug her |
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And brother she's mine all mine |
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This ole boy got it going on, |
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Got the good lord smiling on me |
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Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine |
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Got me buzzin' like a bee |
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She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder |
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Nobody else get's to hold her |
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But this ole boy |
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We're in my old ford oh lord |
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Holes in my floor board |
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But she don't seem to mind |
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We park in a hay field |
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Fog up the windshield |
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My kind of killing time |
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She sweetens my tea and she butters my biscuit |
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I am who I am and buddy she gets it |
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I ain't got to change a thing |
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And I don't know if it could get any better |
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But man if it does then i reckon i better get to picking out a ring |
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This ole boy got it going on, |
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Got the good lord smiling on me |
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Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine |
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Got me buzzin' like a bee |
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She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder |
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Nobody else get's to hold her |
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But this ole boy |
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Yeah, this ole boy got it going on, |
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Got the good lord smiling on me |
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Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine |
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Got me buzzin' like a bee |
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She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder |
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Nobody else get's to hold her |
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But this ole boy |
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Yeah this ole boy |
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Nobody but this ole boy |
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This ole boy |
