Well me and the boys are feelin' alright
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Raisin' some hell, sippin' on whiskey and 'shine, yeah
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Bob Dylan on the juke box, shooting' some pool
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Telling' some stories and stretching the truth and lies
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Yeah, I feel the cell phone start buzzing in my pocket
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Boys, you keep on rocking' but I gotta roll, roll,
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Point this Silverado down the road, road
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Yeah, I know the beer's here are cold
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But I've got something' warm waiting for me at home
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Boys, I gotta go see about a girl
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Ain't nothin' you can say, so don't even try
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The second she call that little girl made up my mind,
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Yeah, she did
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Don't' buy me no shot, don't bring me no drink
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Don't go wasting' your money on me, bye, bye
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Boys, you keep on rocking' but I gotta roll, roll,
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Point this Silverado down the road, road
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Yeah, I know the beer's here are cold
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But I've got something' warm waiting for me at home
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Boys, I gotta go see about a girl
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If you ever find a girl like mine,
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Boys you'll know why
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I gotta roll, roll
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Point my Silverado down the road, road
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Yeah, I know the beer's here are cold
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But I've got something' warm waiting for me at home
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Boys, I gotta go see about a girl
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Sorry Boys, I gotta go see about my girl
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Ooh ooh oh yeah
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Ooh ooh oh
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See About A Girl
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| Lee Brice |
