Written by Bobby Pinson and Trey Bruce
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Well I hear there's a place somewhere down south
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Where you don't need a hook, to catch a small-mouth
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No rod, no reel, no bait, no doubt
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Just whistle from the bank and they all walk out
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And they say there's a town not far from here
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You can trade your debt, for gas and beer
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No boss, no rent, no sweat, no cares
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Where everybody is a millionaire
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If there ain't, there oughta be
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Just think, of the endless, possibilities
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A place where every day is Friday night
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With your arms wrapped up tight, around me
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If there ain't, there oughta be
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And I hear there's a book, that you can buy
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That'll paraphrase the meanin' of life
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What's love, why me, where's God, how high
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Word for word on why women cry
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If there ain't, there oughta be
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Just think, of the endless, possibilities
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A place where every day is Friday night
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With your arms wrapped up tight, around me
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If there ain't, there oughta be
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A place for me to make my dreams come true
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I wish, I wish, upon a star will do
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A fully fledged, foolproof guarantee
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If there ain't, there oughta be
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If there ain't, there oughta be
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Just think, of the endless, possibilities
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A place where every day is Friday night
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With your arms wrapped up tight, around me
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Well, if there ain't, there oughta be
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Well, if there ain't, there oughta be
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If There Ain't There Oughta Be
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| Stuart Marty |
