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When I saw her for the very first time I was 007 at the age of 9,
Hiding in the backseat of my brother's brand new jeep,
There were girls dancin' in the bed of the truck,
At least the ones who weren't gettin' stuck.
Coolers, cans and cut-offs were all new to me.
Well that was then, but now I'm grown and how we went that night,
I still go when the weekend rolls around.
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I'll be gettin' down, gettin' loud, gettin' some,
Gettin' high up under the moonlight.
It's a bring your own booze contribution.
We got beer and good ole boys, good ole girls
Gettin' backwards in a backwoods world.
Sunday morning we'll have a get-right reunion.

Oh but tonight it's on, pass the jar around,
Get so far gone we come unwound.
We ain't lost we can be found at the dirt road communion.
Oh, dirt road communion.
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It's where I got my first moonshine kiss,
I could taste the cinnamon on her lips
In the front seat of my brother's ole hand-me-down jeep.
Where I was babtised in rock'n'roll
Our country roots run deep in my soul
We hold one up high every single time Petty sets us free.
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Yeah, we're gettin' down, gettin' loud, gettin' some,
Gettin' high up under the moonlight.
It's a bring your own booze contribution.
We got beer and good ole boys, good ole girls
Gettin' backwards in a backwoods world.
Sunday morning we'll have a get-right reunion.
Oh but tonight it's on, pass the jar around,
Get so far gone we come unwound.
We ain't lost we can be found at the dirt road communion.
Oh, dirt road communion.
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It's who we are, it's what we do
We all come from miles around
Just to do a little...
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Gettin' down, gettin' loud, gettin' some,
Gettin' high up under the moonlight.
It's a bring your own booze contribution.
We got beer and good ole boys, good ole girls
Gettin' backwards in a backwoods world.
Sunday morning we'll have a get-right reunion

Oh but tonight it's on, pass the jar around,
Get so far gone we come unwound.
We ain't lost we can be found at the dirt road communion.
Dirt road communion.
Oh, dirt road communion.
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