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Well the boys 'round here don't listen to The Beatles
Run ole Bocephus through a jukebox needle
At a honky-tonk, where their boots stomp
All night; what? (That's right)
Yea, and what they call work, digging in the dirt
Gotta get it in the ground 'fore the rain come down
To get paid, to get the girl
In your 4 wheel drive (A country boy can survive)
Yea the boys 'round here
Boys 'Round Here
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You ever wondered why country songs say the same old thing,
Like a broken record skipping down on main,
Pretty girls, pickups and cut-off jeans?
You know what I mean
Dirt roads, corn rows and homemade wine
Juke joints, jumping on the county line
Heard 'em singing 'bout it a million times
But I don't mind
Country On The Radio
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She likes it when I call in sick to work
Spend the whole day hanging with her
I might get fired but that's alright
I'm doin' what she likes
She likes it when I bring home fresh fajitas
And mix up a pitcher of margaritas
Catch a kind of buzz that lasts all night
Doin' what she likes
Doing What She Likes
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Where are you now?
Who's holdin' you now?
When your world stands still, do you remember?
Leave were fallin'
We were fallin'
Almost like a dream, do you remember?
Seasons changed
We both changed
Sometimes I go back to when
Do You Remember
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It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails
And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain't for sale
The good Lord only knows all the stories it could tell
Granddaddy's gun
He bought it new out of a Sears & Roebuck catalog
And it shot a many shell over the top of an old bird dog
And it backed a burglar down when grandma took the safety off
Granddaddy's gun
Granddaddy's Gun
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Think I'll grab a bottle of Patron
When I get off work on my way home
Fill that hot tub full of bubble bath, kick back, relax
Baby you and me and nothing on yea
Got a weekend coming just in time
We're both needing what I've got in mind
What I got in mind, that's me and you into me and you
Can't wait to get you all alone yea
Lay Low
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What’s your all time high, your good as it gets?
Your hands down best ever make up sex?
What’s your guilty pleasure, your old go-to?
Well if you asked me, mine would be you.
What’s your worst hangover, your best night yet?
Your ninety proof, your Marlboro red?
The best damn thing you looked into?
That’s easy girl, mine would be you.
Mine Would Be You
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Those high heels with that sun dress
Turquoise heart hanging 'round your neck
Red lips like wine, wanna drink 'em up
And keep on drinkin' 'til you make me drunk
Tied up here, wanna let it down
And just let the rest fall to the ground
You take beautiful to the max
Can't help myself when you look like that
My Eyes
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Yea, Hollywood Boulevard
Looking down, seeing stars
90210, Rodeo is Rodeo
Glad I hit it, glad I did it and I'd do it again
Yea, and hang with my friends
With them red Maserati's and them tuned up bodies
And everybody gonna be the next somebody
Yea, this place is a trip
Hey but meanwhile back in the stick
Small Town Big Time
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Well it must've been 100 in that summer sun
And I've been in it all day
Putting up with that prick of an owner's son
Making me some hillbilly pay
Working right through lunch, busting my hump
Helping his daddy stay rich
So when he kept me behind to pull some overtime
I told that little son of a bitch
Still Got A Finger
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I was gonna keep it real like chill like only have a drink or two
But it turned into a party when I started talking to you
Now you're standing in the neon looking like a high I wanna be on
Baby it's your call, no pressure at all
You don’t have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter and lean a little closer
You don’t have to keep on smiling that smile that’s driving me wild and when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat and do a little bit of country song, hanging on
You don’t have to keep me fallin’ like this
But it’d sure be cool if you did
Sure Be Cool If You Did
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Well I'm crazy about fast cars, football and guitars
All them old country songs daddy used to play
I'm crazy about Friday nights, cold beer and good times
Crazy about a summer day out on the lake
But I'm ten times crazier about your loving girl
I'd do about anything you'd ask me to
I'm just plain crazy about a lot of things baby
But I'm ten times crazier about you
Well I'm all about a weekend kickin' with my good friends
Ten Times Crazier
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