A full moon shinin' bright
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Edge of the water; we were feelin' alright
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Back down a country road
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The girls are always hot, and the beer is ice cold
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Cadillac, horns on the hood
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My buddy Frankie had his dad hook him up good
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Girls smile when we roll by
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They hop in the back, and we cruise to the river side
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(Whoa-oh)
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Never gonna grow up
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(Whoa-oh)
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Never gonna slow down
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(Whoa-oh)
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We were shinin' like lighters in the dark
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In the middle of a rock show
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(Whoa-oh)
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We were doin' it right
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(Whoa-oh)
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We were comin' alive
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(Whoa-oh)
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Yeah, caught in a Southern summer, barefoot, blue jean night
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Blue eyes and auburn hair
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Sittin' lookin' pretty by the fire in a lawn chair
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New to town, and new to me
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Her ruby red lips was sippin' on sweet tea
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Shot me in love like a shootin' star
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So, I grabbed a beer and my ol' guitar
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Then we sat around till the break of dawn
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Howlin' and singin' our favorite song
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(Whoa-oh)
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Never gonna grow up
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(Whoa-oh)
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Never gonna slow down
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(Whoa-oh)
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We were shinin' like lighters in the dark
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In the middle of a rock show
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(Whoa-oh)
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We were doin' it right
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(Whoa-oh)
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We were comin' alive
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(Whoa-oh)
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Yeah, caught in a Southern summer, barefoot, blue jean night
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Whoa-oh, never gonna grow up
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Ha!
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Never gonna slow down
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We were shinin' like lighters in the dark
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In the middle of a rock show
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(Whoa-oh)
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We were doin' it right
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(Whoa-oh)
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We were comin' alive
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(Whoa-oh)
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Yeah, caught in a Southern summer, barefoot, blue jean night
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(Whoa-oh)
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Barefoot, blue jean night
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(Whoa-oh)
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Barefoot, blue jean night
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(Whoa-oh)
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Barefoot, blue jean night
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Barefoot Blue Jean Night
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| Jake Owen |
