I know a cabin down there in Tennessee
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Where you can't find the forest on account of the trees
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And Old Perry Foster he got something to say
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And you can smell the pigs cuz' they been cookin' all day
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[CHORUS]
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I don't need no critics
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I don't need no suits
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I just need somebody who can tell me the truth
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You can keep your opinions
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You can keep on walkin'
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I'm gonna raise my glass yeah to Thunderhead Hawkins
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[REPEAT TWICE]
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Miss Mary Jane she always looks like a star
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But the rock n roll banker likes to sleep in his car
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You won't hear no opry you'll hear six strings
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And you won't know what to do when you hear Thunderhead sing
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[REPEAT CHORUS]
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Now Mr. Hawkins got a family tree
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He got that their legendary cabin down in Tennessee
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You know he'll hook up that guitar everybody gather round
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You stay close to the fire when the sun goes down
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Old Brother Merle he's always waiting in the wings
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Only man up in them woods wearin' all them gold rings
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Old Mr. Hawkins he won't do nobody wrong
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But he'll he'll tear your heart out with one sad song
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[REPEAT CHORUS]
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Thunderhead Hawkins
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| Uncle Kracker |
