If there's a full moon hanging high
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you can bet there's a jacked up four wheel drive.
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Cruising with the crew with a beer on ice,
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looking for the girls that'll let their hair down.
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Lead us on, get us thinking they might
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share a little sugar on a Friday night.
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Making midnight memories lighting up the sky.
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In the country side we turn it up loud.
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Down here we keep the good times flowing,
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red dirt flying, and the radio going.
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We got each other's back and everybody knows it,
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yeah me and my down home boys
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Know how to show a town what's up
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we pass it around then fill it back up.
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Ain't nobody gonna live this life up
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like me and my down home boys.
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We're tighter than the tops will twist off
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when the sun goes down and the work day's gone.
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Like something straight out of a country song,
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raised up all farm tan tough.
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With the scuffs all over our boots.
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Little rough tangled up in our roots.
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Yeah, we got a little soft side too
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when the girls get us all wrapped up.
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Down here we keep the good times flowing,
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red dirt flying, and the radio going.
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We got each other's back and everybody knows it,
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yeah me and my down home boys
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Know how to show a town what's up
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We pass it around then fill it back up.
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Ain't nobody gonna live this life up
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like me and my down home boys.
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Down Home Boys
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| Cole Swindell |
