Every now and then you gotta take it on the chin
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And gotta turn the other cheek
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But then there's times your old stubborn pride
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Don't back down so easily
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And you got no choice but to let your voice
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Be heard and hold your ground
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And that's the point that he'll get the point
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And you'll probably back down
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But if he bolts up and steps across that line
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You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes
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Man, I'll be the first one here to call you crazy
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If you let me catch you cussin' and akin to roughin' up a lady
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And God forbid that anybody mess with mine
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You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes
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Yeah, I let it slide when the liquored up guy
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Asked me, "Boy, what you lookin' at?"
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And I kept my cool when the reckless fool
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Put a dent in my Cadillac
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And I don't care if my long hair
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Draws stares the way it does
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As long as you ain't throwin' sticks and stones
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You'd probably be alright 'cause
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I'll take the high road if I can out of a bind
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But you gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes
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Man, I'll be the first one here to call you crazy
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If you let me catch you cussin' and akin to roughin' up a lady
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And God forbid that anybody mess with mine
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You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes
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Man, I'll be the first one here to call you crazy
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If you let me catch you cussin' and akin to roughin' up a lady
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And God forbid that anybody mess with that little girl of mine
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You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes
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You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes
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Hmm, that's right
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Yeah, you gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes
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Whoop A Man's Ass
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Trace Adkins |