Sittin' in the bed of my turck
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Barefoot and cuddled up
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Sippin' sweet tea in the settin sun
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Its so hot outside
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Her hairs untied and all undone.
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Johnson Hill overlooks the fence
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to the only drive-in left
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from here to Lincholn county
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A little statics alright with us
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Yeah, its Friday night how
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we unwind and get all undone.
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Tune our dial to 1650
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A coleman lantern and hot dogs grillin
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Ain't no one up here but a few bull frogs
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Yeah our idea of getting crazy has alot
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to do with just getting lazy.
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On a patch quilted blanket, we'll put
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the brakes on the rush.
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Yeah its Friday at night time to unwind and
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get all undone.
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Fog settin in, the air is so thick.
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Nights like these its good to be wet.
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So we might go dippin' in Miller's pond,
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Yes we might.
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Turn the headlights off, leave the radio on
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and get all undone.
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Tune our dial to 1650
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A coleman lantern and hot dogs grillin'
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Ain't no one up here but a few bullfrogs.
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Our idea of gettin crazy has a lot to do with just gettin' lazy.
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On a patch quilted blanket we'll put the
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brakes on the rush.
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Yeah it's Friday at night, time to unwind and get all undone.
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Yeah its Friday night,
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Time to unwind and get all undone.
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Undone
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| Dean Brody |
