We're the bad boys from the dirty south,
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We're the southern boys, your mamma didn't tell you about
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We got the hottest daisy dukes callin' out our names
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And the muddy Mississippi runnin' through our veins
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Like hound dogs, howl at the moon
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Shoot a buck shot with me and you'll be howlin' too
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Grab my 12 gauge, I pop a stop sign
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I rock my camo hat, cocked to the side
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Na na, na na na , yeah yeah, na na na na na na
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My pick up truck, is a hand me down
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You know exactly who it is when I roll through town
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Cuz I blow smoke, and when the smoke clears,
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There's only us rednecks standin' here
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Come on rock them skirts, yea yea,
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Come on rock them braids, yea yea
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Come on rock that work, yea yea
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Come and rock that country music
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Rock them trucks, yea yea
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Come on rock them boots, yea yea
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Come on rock it up, yea yea
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This is how we do it
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Na na, na na na, yeah yeah, na na na na na
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Na na, na na na, yeah yeah, na na na na na
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I drive my truck down the back roads with my back hoe
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I peel out throwin' gravel on your front door
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Sweet home, ringtone on my cell phone I'm rebel downloaded
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I hit main street, the sheriff sees me
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Turned his lights on, he calls the deputy
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But it's too late, I hit the V8
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Down the interstate, don't cowboy hate!
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Na na, na na na, yeah yeah, na na na na na
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We're the only bulls in a herd of cows
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With long enough horns to go around
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We like pasture parties, out on the farm
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And if you wanna hit the hay, you can use my barn
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We got our pay checks, and we're ready
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To blow it on the ladies
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And if they're lookin' real fine they can have our time
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And if there's more than one they got to stand in line
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Rock them skirts, yea yea,
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Come on rock them braids, yea yea
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Come on rock that work, yea yea
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Rock that country music
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Rock them trucks, yea yea
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Come on rock them boots, yea yea
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Come on rock it up, yea yea
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This is how we do it
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Na na, na na na, yeah yeah, na na na na na
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I like bright lights, and big ole cities
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I like small towns and buttered grits
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I like my steaks, country fried
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And this is where I'll be till the day I die
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Come on rock them skirts, yea yea,
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Come on rock them braids, yea yea
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Come on rock that work, yea yea
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Rock that country music
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Rock them trucks, yea yea
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Come on rock them boots, yea yea
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Come on rock it up, yea yea
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This is how we do it
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Na na, na na na, yeah yeah, na na na na na
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Na na, na na na, yeah yeah, na na na na na
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Yeah Yeah
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| Locash Cowboys |
