I got my old guitar and some fishin poles
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So baby fill that cooler full of something cold
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Don't ask just pack and we'll hit the road runnin
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honey what do you say
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I got just enough money and just enough gas
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So pick a place on the map we can get to fast
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Where the white sandy beach meets water like glass
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And if the tide carries us away
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Baby we'll roll with it
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Won't think about it too much
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Baby let's just go with it
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And get out of this ordinary everyday rut
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And we get swept away by one of those perfect days
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When the sun is sinking low at dusk
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And wind up a little deeper in love
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Baby lets roll with it
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We get so caught up in catching up
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Trying to pay the rent trying to make a buck
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That don't leave much time for time for us
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And aint life too short for that
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So open up that bag of pig skins you bought
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At the Exxon station the last time we stopped
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And you kick back baby and dance in your socks
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On the windshield to some radio rock
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And we'll roll with it
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Won't think about it too much
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Baby let's just go with it
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And get out of this ordinary everyday rut
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And we get swept away by one of those perfect days
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When the sun is sinking low at dusk
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And wind up a little deeper in love
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Baby lets roll with it
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And it won't be no thing if it starts to rain
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And we have to wait it out in the truck
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We might wind up a little deeper in love
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So baby lets roll with it
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Roll With It
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| Easton Corbin |
