The quarterback down at the school
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Makes all the rules cause he's super cool
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And everybody wants to be just like him
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There's a little girl in his homeroom class
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Sits in the back cause she thinks she's fat
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Lookin' for a corner she can hide in.
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In life there ain't too many level playin' fields
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And it don't seem fair, but here's the deal
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Brother, here's the deal
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You can walk on water
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You can walk on the moon
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You can walk through Memphis
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Wearin' blue suede shoes
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When the walkin' is over
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At the end of the road
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It ain't what you've done, son
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It's who you know,
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Yeah it's who you know
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Meet the man who owns it all
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That's him there on the lobby wall
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Don't it look like he's been carved from granite
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His hands are soft, his heart is hard
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And he only smokes the best cigars
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And you'll call him Sir
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Cause he's earned it, damn it
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There's a little old lady
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Cleanin' up after him at night
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And she prays someday that he'll see the light
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Now I think she's got it right
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You can walk on water
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You can walk on the moon
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You can walk through Memphis
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Wearin' blue suede shoes
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When the walkin' is over
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At the end of the road
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It ain't what you've done, son
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It's who you know,
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Yeah, yeah, it's who you know
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At the end of the road
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It's who you know
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You can walk on water
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(Yes it's who you know)
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You can walk on the moon
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(He's the man with the plan)
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You can walk through Memphis
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Wearin' blue suede shoes
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When the walkin' is over
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At the end of the road
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It ain't what you've done, son
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It's who you know,
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It ain't what you've done, son
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It's who you know
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It's Who You Know
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| Trace Adkins |
