I remember being young, hell I think I still am.
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Well I was sitting steady chilling on the tailgate
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Sippin' on a day old pint of that Tennessee bam shebam.
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That's the last thing I recall, hell I heard I had a ball.
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I was sitting sort of crooked stable staring at the stars,
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Overwhelmed by how many cars were parked at bars.
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Could this liquor make me sicker than we already are?
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Is this my calling? Am I falling, is this what I need?
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It goes boom, lights come flashing through the window pane
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Lifts my arms throws my spirit in the pouring rain.
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Should I start runnin'? I must be running out of time.
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What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday Night?
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Can I get a cigarette? Fuma fuma pass it over
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I ain't got a lighter what I do I use the stove stova.
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Take another shower wipe it over rover chauffeur coming in a half an hour.
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Said I, "To the backseat," ain't call shotgun driver sitting crooked in the driver's seat.
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Good God! Am I gonna die?
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Just another picture missing from the newspaper see you later
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turn that funky radio up. Turn that radio up.
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It goes boom, lights come flashing through the window pane
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Lifts my arms throws my spirit in the pouring rain.
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Should I start runnin'? I must be running out of time.
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What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday Night?
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I'm bored talking 'bout the night
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'Cause we all know Louisiana sets it up right
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With the band playing front stage never make the front page
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Living off a dollar in the hopes I get a good wage.
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Shout out everybody clap for the fine little girl in the second row back
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With the blonde hair mini skirt nice legs tight shirt,
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Sipping on a beer like a true Baton Rouge beauty should act.
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It goes boom, lights come flashing through the window pane
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Lifts my arms throws my spirit in the pouring rain.
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Should I start runnin'? I must be running out of time.
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What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday Night?
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Louisiana Saturday Night
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| The Benjy Davis Project |
