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[Verse 1]
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Yeah, I worked all week.
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Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaved.
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Get the cover off the '68.
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Fire it up, and let them horses sing.
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A little pretty thing.
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A little tan-legged Georgia dream.
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She's a rockin' them holey jeans.
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Baby, what you got goin' on Saturday?
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You know, words got it, there's gonna be a party,
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Out of town about half a mile.
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Four wheel drives and big mud tires.
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Muscadine wine
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[Chorus]
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Oh baby, you can find me.
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In the back of a Ford truck tailgate.
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Sittin' a¢æ?round watchin' all these pretty things.
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Gettin' down in that Georgia clay.
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And I'll find peace.
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In the bottom of a real tall cold drink.
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*Chillin* to some Skynyrd or some old Hank.
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Lets get this thing started.
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It's my kind of party.
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[Verse 2]
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Girl, well if you're gonna drink.
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Go on baby, just do your thing.
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Give up your keys.
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Hell why drive when you can stay with me?
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And then after while we'll sneak away from the bonfire.
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Walk by the moonlight and down at the riverside.
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Gotcha sippin' on the moonshine.
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Baby, if you're in mood you can settle for a one night rodeo.
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If you can be my tan-legged Juliet,
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I'll be your Redneck Romeo.
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[Repeat Chorus two times]
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Where ya'll goin'?
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We still got a keg breathin'
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My Kinda Party
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| Brantley Gilbert |
