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Alright (Ready)
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Rollin'? Rollin', rollin', rollin'?
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Yea, are we?
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Rollin', rollin'...howdy boys.
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O.K. I want y'all to sit real comfy...with yer comfy ten
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gallons on back yer head...just relax. O.K.
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(It's good to be here) Here we go...boys...
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I'm a truckin' redneck and I just refuse to die (He won't die)
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I was built big and strong on the state's best apple pie
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I'm better than them limey pin-heads in Europe-y
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12 gauge in their back, hell would stop their mopin'
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I'm a truckin' red stop and I...just refuse to die
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(Graham you will never die)
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(It's what they call chemistry)
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You're American...you're never gonna die!
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You play billiards and wet that mound, you ain't never gonna die!!!
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The good Lord above will take care of that
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I get free coffee fill-ups at my favorite Denny's place
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Find a couple of tea bags and I kick them in the face
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Sure is damn good thumpage in that waitress' ass
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When I go on tour gonna get me a pass
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Hell, don't want no fuckin' limey gettin'...on my god damn case
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Woo!
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(That's in the east wood...you gotta go to the wood and go east
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it's in the east wood)
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Go west brother!
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We showed them in gin some
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In my...uh...the boys here wanna say a few words...to the audience at home
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(Well, you know, you've grown up and I obviously haven't)
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Woo! Hope you go on happy with your Miller's Coors Light
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(I've got every Beatles record)
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