Shootin’ Dr. Pepper cans
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With your brand new red ryder.
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That old folding lawn chair
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Makes the perfect x-wing fighter.
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Those no-name baseball cards
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Spinning in your spokes.
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Now that’s cool.
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Turnin’ 17 and Daddy loosens up the curfew.
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Drivin’ home at midnight,
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That old Buick smells like perfume.
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Makin' your own money,
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Having coffee with your folks.
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Now that’s cool.
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CHORUS:
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Knowin’ where you’re goin’,
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Embracin’ where you’ve been.
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Bein' criticized for standin’ strong in a battle you can’t win.
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Livin’ in a moment,
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You may never see again.
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Let your heart,
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Break some rules.
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Now that’s cool.
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Wakin’ up with your new bride,
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A room beside the ocean.
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10 years later goin’ back,
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To relive that emotion.
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She tells you what she’s thinkin',
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But never says a word.
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Now that’s cool.
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CHORUS:
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Knowin’ where you’re goin’,
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Embracin’ where you’ve been.
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Being criticized for standin’ strong in a battle you can’t win.
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Livin’ in a moment you may never see again.
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Let your heart,
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Break some rules.
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Now that’s cooooool...
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The pitcher is your six year old,
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You’re his full time catcher.
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He gets a new BB gun and “You’ll put your eye out” lecture.
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Your 3 year old is singin’,
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The song that she just learned.
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Now that’s cool...
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CHORUS:
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Knowin’ where you’re goin’,
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Embracin’ where you’ve been.
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Being criticized for standin’ strong in a battle you can’t win.
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Livin’ in a moment you may never see again.
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So let your heart,
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Break some rules.
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Now that’s cooooooool...
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That's cool.
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Yeah, that's coooool...
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Oh... yeah.
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That's Cool
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| Blue County |
