You got a way of calling right at the wrong time
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I know your southern drawl is what trouble sounds like
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The way you got me grinning
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You know I'll climb up in your rusty truck
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I give up, come on over pick me up
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Back roads no lines, high beam headlights
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Baby you just might make me lose my mind
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You slide me over little love shootin shotgun
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Hands out the window, got my toes up on the dash
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Nothing but fields on the wheels just slinging red mud
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I like the way you drive, just like a rebel child
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You make me wanna get barefoot and buckwild
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You're showin off in circles down by the riverside
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You like to make me nervous so I move in real tight
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Come on throw it in park
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I wanna see the stars and feel the grass between my toes
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Dancing to the radio
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Oh you got me where you want me, lost in the country
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You slide me over little love shootin shotgun
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Hands out the window, got my toes up on the dash
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Nothing but fields on the wheels just slinging red mud
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I like the way you drive, just like a rebel child
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You make me wanna get barefoot and buckwild
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I don't know how you do what you do
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But you do what you do and it does what it does to me
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I can't stop it once you start it
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You slide me over little love shootin shotgun
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Hands out the window, got my toes up on the dash
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Nothing but fields on the wheels just slinging red mud
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I like the way you drive, just like a rebel child
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You make me wanna get
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Wild, wild, barefoot and buckwild
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Wild, wild, barefoot and buckwild
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Barefoot and buckwild
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Barefoot & Buckwild
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| Lauren Alaina |
