There's a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bank
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My old pickup speakers are cranking out alot of Hank
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That's the sheriff's daughter dancin' on my hood
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With an empty bottle this can't be good.
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There's an unwritten law in this sleepy little town
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There ain't no drinkin on the river when the sun goes down
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Think I see the blue lights comin' through the woods
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Its the sheriff and his posse, this can't be good
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Everybody is runnin' like the end of the world is comin'
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With a Buffard T kinda law man closin' in
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She just keeps on rockin guess i better do some talkin
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She's too dumb to run n' i'm too drunk to swim
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This can't be good, this can't be good, this can't be good
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Aww stay tuned...
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This ol' haybarn's full of last years grass
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I got a whole tin can full of campfire gas
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Theres a little bitty flame on this piece of firewood
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And when it all comes together it can't be good
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Everybody is runnin like the end of the world was comin
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With a wildfire burnin' like a freight train outta control
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She just keeps on rockin', babe there ain't no time for talking
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Throw her over my shoulder run with everything I can
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Hold on babe looks like were jumpin in...
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Now you know, when we get to the other side, were gonna have to take all
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These wet clothes off, and hang out awhile... you know, this could be good.
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Yea!
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This Can't Be Good
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Blake Shelton |