I've always been one of them boys
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Rollin' around in jacked up toys
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Making noise on small town Friday nights
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Red light running, good time chasing,
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Guess I've earned this reputation
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Probably never shake it but that's alright
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I've got a rough side, a wild side
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At least a country mile wide
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A fightin' side after a few
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If they wanna see my sweet side
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My soft side, my best side
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I just point at you
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Yea, point at you
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Girl I ain't sure just what it is
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That's got me all tore up like this
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Your kiss done melted down this heart of stone
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I still like to get a little crazy
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But something about your loving baby
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It breaks me down and makes me wanna haul ass home
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I've got a rough side, a wild side
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At least a country mile wide
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A fightin' side after a few
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If they wanna see my sweet side
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My soft side, my best side
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I just point at you
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Point at you yeah
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Oh girl I wouldn't blame ya if you tried to change me
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Lord knows I'm hard to hold
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But I guess you kinda like all of my sides
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And I ain't letting you go
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Cause my best side is holding me close
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Point at you, yeah
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I've got a rough side, a wild side
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At least a country mile wide
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A fightin' side after a few
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If they wanna see my sweet side
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My soft side, my best side
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I just point at you
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Oh baby, I just point at you
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Girl I point at you
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Oh babe my best side is you
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Girl I point at you
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Point At You
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Justin Moore |