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She's the one that was raised on the farm |
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Little Ms. Rebel with a sweet southern charm |
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She's the one that was raised in the city |
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Like to sip a martini, might get a little tipsy |
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She's the one from South Alabama |
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Dirt poor pretty in a four wheel drive |
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She the one from buckhead Altlanta |
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Rockin' in the club, sippin fine wine |
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Where my girls at, lookin' so fine? |
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You know who you are, do you wanna have a good time? |
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Hey y'all, don't be scared |
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Burn it on up and let down your hair |
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And don't hold back |
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Where my girls at? |
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She's the one in the tight t-shirt |
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3rd row singin' at the top of her lungs |
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She the one that's been to the beach |
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All tanned up from sittin' in the sun |
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She's the one from way up north |
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That'll keep you warm on a dark cold night |
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She's the one from way out west |
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Little hippie girl dancin' in the moonlight |
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Where my girls at, lookin' so fine? |
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You know who you are, do you wanna have a good time? |
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Hey y'all, don't be scared |
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Burn it on up and let down your hair |
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And don't hold back |
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Where my girls at? |
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--- Guitar Solo --- |
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Yeah, you gotta love you a Georgia peach |
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With a kiss on the lips that tastes so sweet |
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And the lookers of New York City |
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Texas teasin' Tennessee hillbillies |
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Where my girls at, lookin' so fine? |
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You know who you are, do you wanna have a good time? |
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Hey y'all, don't be scared |
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Burn it on up and let down your hair |
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And don't hold back |
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Where my girls at? lookin' so fine? |
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You know who you are, do you wanna have a good time? |
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Hey y'all, don't be scared |
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Burn it on up and let down your hair |
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And don't hold back |
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Where my girls at? |
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Oh, where my girls at? |
