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| Bubba shot the jukebox last night, said it played a sad song he didn't like |
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| Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses |
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| I've got friends in low places |
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| You gotta know when to hold em, know when to fold em, know when to walk away, know when to run |
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| This girl's ready to paint the town |
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| Love got me in here and love got me out |
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| Rollin down the backwoods, Tennessee byway, one arm on the wheel |
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| She's gone country, back to her roots |
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| Song, song of the south, sweet potato pie and it hit my mouth |
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| We got a little crazy but we never got caught |
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| Roll on highway, roll on along, roll on daddy till you get back home |
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| It's 5 o'clock somewhere |
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| In John Deere Green, on a hot summer night |
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| Country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm |
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| I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin' on |
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