Come on
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I said, "Hey girl, what's your name
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Haven't I seen you before?
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I recognize them dark green eyes
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When you dosie doed across the floor"
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"Are you alone or are you with someone?"
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She said, "As a matter of fact I'm not"
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So I took her hand that's when it all began
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And we headed towards the parking lot
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And she said, "Hey boy, do you mind taking me home tonight
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'Cuz I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high
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I said, "Climb on up but honey watch the cup that I spitttin' my dip inside
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And hold on tight 'cuz it's gonna be wilder then any eight second ride"
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We went ridin' around rockin'
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To the sound of a country boy can survive
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And I knew then she was my kinda girl
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'Cuz she was singin' every single line
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Then she slid on over put my hand on her shoulder
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And I asked her what she wanted to do
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She said, "It really don't matter where we go
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Just as long as I'm ridin' with you"
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She said, "Hey boy, do you mind taking me home tonight
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'Cuz I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high
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I said, "Climb on up but honey watch the cup that I spittin' my dip inside
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And hold on tight 'cuz it's gonna be wilder then any eight second ride"
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So we headed out to Old Tobacco Road
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Put the tailgate down and we made love
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She said "A true country boy is hard to find
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But I found one wilder then any eight second ride"
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She said, "Hey boy, do you mind taking me home tonight
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'Cuz I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high
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I said, "Climb on up but honey watch the cup that I spittin' my dip inside
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And hold on tight 'cuz it's gonna be wilder then any eight second ride
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Yeah, hold on tight 'cuz it's gonna be wilder then any eight second ride"
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Eight Second Ride
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| Jake Owen |
