Shootin¡¯ Dr. Pepper cans
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With your brand new red ryder.
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That old folding lawn chair
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Makes the perfect x-wing fighter.
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Those no-name baseball cards
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Spinning in your spokes.
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Now that¡¯s cool.
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Turnin¡¯ 17 and Daddy loosens up the curfew.
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Drivin¡¯ home at midnight,
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That old Buick smells like perfume.
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Makin' your own money,
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Having coffee with your folks.
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Now that¡¯s cool.
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CHORUS:
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Knowin¡¯ where you¡¯re goin¡¯,
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Embracin¡¯ where you¡¯ve been.
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Bein' criticized for standin¡¯ strong in a battle you can¡¯t win.
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Livin¡¯ in a moment,
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You may never see again.
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Let your heart,
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Break some rules.
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Now that¡¯s cool.
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Wakin¡¯ up with your new bride,
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A room beside the ocean.
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10 years later goin¡¯ back,
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To relive that emotion.
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She tells you what she¡¯s thinkin',
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But never says a word.
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Now that¡¯s cool.
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CHORUS:
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Knowin¡¯ where you¡¯re goin¡¯,
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Embracin¡¯ where you¡¯ve been.
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Being criticized for standin¡¯ strong in a battle you can¡¯t win.
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Livin¡¯ in a moment you may never see again.
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Let your heart,
|
Break some rules.
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Now that¡¯s cooooool...
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The pitcher is your six year old,
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You¡¯re his full time catcher.
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He gets a new BB gun and ¡°You¡¯ll put your eye out¡± lecture.
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Your 3 year old is singin¡¯,
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The song that she just learned.
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Now that¡¯s cool...
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CHORUS:
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Knowin¡¯ where you¡¯re goin¡¯,
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Embracin¡¯ where you¡¯ve been.
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Being criticized for standin¡¯ strong in a battle you can¡¯t win.
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Livin¡¯ in a moment you may never see again.
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So let your heart,
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Break some rules.
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Now that¡¯s cooooooool...
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That's cool.
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Yeah, that's coooool...
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Oh... yeah.
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That's Cool
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| Blue County |
