Sipping on down
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Sipping around
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Tippin up a another cupa
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Sippin' on down
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Sipping on down
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Sipping around
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Tippin up another cupa
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Sipping on down
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12 gauge double barrel
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Loaded full of buckshot
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Brewing up that mountain dew
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It boiling like a crockpot
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Deep out in these southern woods and
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Far away from everything
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Out amongest the tombstones
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Cookin up that hurricane
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Take a sip for testing then'
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Pour a little on the ground
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Soak up in that goregia clay
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And now I'm waiting for the sound
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150 year buried deep in the earths grip
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Soon there gonna dancing
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When that cool water hits there lips
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Made from the mill
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Out a field cursed by whodo
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Water from a well
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Straight outta hell
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Cursed by voodoo
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Stir it up cook it to the point that it evaporates
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173 degrees born again
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The dead awake
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Sipping on down
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Sipping around
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Tippin up another cupa
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Sipping on down
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Sipping on down
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Sipping around
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Tippin up another cupa
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Sipping on down
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Sipping on down
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Sipping around
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Tippin up another cupa
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Sipping on down
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Sipping on down
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Sipping around
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Tippin up another cupa
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Sipping on down
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100 galleons of that right good top stock
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Ready for the shippin
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In a heavy Chevy small block
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Foot to the floor
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Riding mean like an out law
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Ducking dogein road blocks
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Like boxing with an south paw
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These dark and dusty roads
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Lite up by the full moon
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Coming round the corner
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Muffler sounding like a moonson
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I got the devils mean as demons
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Riding shotgun
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Strapped with a winchester
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Case they have to pop one
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We heading for the next county
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On the southin trail
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G man and revenue hot on me southern tail
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Hang out the window
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One blast with the buckshot
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Need get em off my ass so that i don't get got
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White lightning, sugar whiskey, stump pole, skull cracker, alley bourbon, city gin, wildcat, block and tackle
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It's how we do it
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How we get it to the next level
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Have us hunting bitches down
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With pick axe and shovel
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Gone of that good shit
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Hit ya like a mule kick
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Pick a hater out the crowd
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And hit em with a pool stick
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Hulleonations seeing shit
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Got ya climbing trees
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Passed out in a ditch
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Like a bitch down on ya knees
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Don't even give a fuck
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When the spirits hit ya brain
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Four shots is all ya need
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Certified gone insane
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Lets get it crackalackin
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One more 'gain for the pimping
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Take the jug
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And turn it up chug it down
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And start the Sipping
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Sipping on down
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Sipping around
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Tippin up another cupa
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Sipping on down
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Sipping on down
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Sipping around
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Tippin up another cupa
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Sipping on down
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Sipping on down
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Sipping around
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Tippin up another cupa
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Sipping on down
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Sipping on down
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Sipping around
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Tippin up another cupa
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Sipping on down
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Sippin'
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