I backed my Chevrolet out the driveway straight to the station
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Filled it up with gas, grabbed a bag of ice, a Mountain Dew and a Slim Jim
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Oh, and a couple of ice cold beers too
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And I swung a little gravel rock, burnin' out that parking lot
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Found a long dirt road and the perfect river spot
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And broke out them beach chains
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And we sat down right there and I pulled out my guitar
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Started strumming on it
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I wrote a song 'bout absolutely nothing
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With my toes tapping in the sand
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She sang along, just me and my baby humming
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Nothing, nothing like just doing
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Absolutely nothing (woo-hoo-hoo)
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Absolutely nothing (woo-hoo-hoo)
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While she was skippin' rocks, grabbed my seat
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And I was poppin' tops and I popped a string
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Yeah man that sun must've been a hundred degrees
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Oh but we had a cold river at our feet, (?) I'm in a cool cool breeze
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We were (?) without our eyes closed,
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Neither one of us was sayin' a word
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Nah, we weren't sayin' a word, we were just a-touchin' toes
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Every now and then, she gave me a smile
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It was beer thirty all day long, all day long
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I wrote a song 'bout absolutely nothing
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With my toes tapping in the sand
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She sang along, just me and my baby humming
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Nothing, nothing like just doing
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Absolutely nothing (woo-hoo-hoo)
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Absolutely nothing (woo-hoo-hoo)
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I wrote a song 'bout absolutely nothing
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Singin' nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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She sang along, just me and my baby humming
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Nothing, nothing like just doing
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Absolutely nothing (woo-hoo-hoo)
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Absolutely nothing (woo-hoo-hoo)
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Absolutely nothing (woo-hoo-hoo)
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Absolutely (woo-hoo-hoo) nothing
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Absolutely Nothing
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Randy Houser |