Down in Alabama they wear them little cutoffs,
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In Georgia it's camo bikini tops,
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South Carolina layin' on the Myrtle Beach,
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Panama City drinkin' shots for free
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That time I went out to California, had to dodge them on the PCH,
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And over there in Little Rock sunnin' on the bass boat,
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Sippin' on a cold one out on the lake
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Them sunshine babies
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All across the land workin' on a tan
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Drivin' country boys crazy
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All oiled down with a beer in their hand
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Easy to spot, way too hot
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I'm diggin' on what they got
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Them sunshine babies
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Hat turned backwards, flyin' down a back road
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CJ 7, headed for the swimmin' hole
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Me and the boys, hangin' out of the doors
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Ain't got no fishin' pole, got no lures
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'Cause what we're after's layin' up on the bank
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They're jumpin' off that old rope swing
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Barefoot in the mud, cooler on the tailgate
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I can see em now, shakin' their thing
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Them sunshine babies
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All across the land workin' on a tan
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Drivin' country boys crazy
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All oiled down with a beer in their hand
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Easy to spot, way too hot
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I'm diggin' on what they got
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Them sunshine babies
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Them sunshine babies
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All across the land workin' on a tan
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Drivin' country boys crazy
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All oiled down with a beer in their hand
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Easy to spot, way too hot
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I'm diggin' on what they got
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Them sunshine babies, yeah,
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I'm diggin' on what they got
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Drivin' country boys crazy
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Sunshine Babies
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| Justin Moore |
