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I'm tired of this 9 to 5
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8 hours feeling like over time
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And my mind's reminding me,
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I got a show tonight
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Getting home, it's already 8:30
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My strings are old and man, my clothes are dity
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But jimmy's always late, so man I'm right on time
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There's a little old college bar right off of old 129
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Said they'd pay me just a little bit of money
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To sing my songs tonight
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It's 10:00, get ready to rock, let's roll
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Give me the beat boys, and free my soul
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Play it all from skynyrd to Jones
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And some of my own
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5'10 with a suntan and southern drawl
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In the front row singing along
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Yea it's all about the country sound
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Yeah, we're gonna rock this town
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Sweet home to brown eyed girl
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Trying my best to remember the words
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And there's always some drunk in the back
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Screaming out Free Bird
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Take a break, and head to the bar
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Shake a couple hands, got me feeling like a star
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And I know it's the bottle talking, hell I don't mind
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Ya'll I aint cose to famous
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But I love to play and sing
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And this may be a honkey tonk bar
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But I'm still living a dream
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It's 10:00, get ready to rock, let's roll
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Give me the beat boys, and free my soul
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Play it all from skynyrd to Jones
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And some of my own
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5'10 with a suntan and southern drawl
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In the front row singing along
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Yea it's all about the country sound
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Yeah, we're gonna rock this town
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It's 10:00, get ready to rock, let's roll
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Give me the beat boys, and free my soul
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Play it all from skynyrd to Jones
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And some of my own
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5'10 with a suntan and southern drawl
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In the front row singing along
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Yea it's all about the country sound
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Yeah, we're gonna rock this town
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FREE BIRD!
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Rock This Town
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| Brantley Gilbert |
