[Chorus 1:]
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There's a lean-to shed, burn pile, and some hound dogs
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An ol' boy like me just get lost
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Whiskey got ya boy feelin' nice
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And I'll be gone the whole night
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Really ain't no need to call
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The truth is that you don't need to worry at all
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I'll be just fine
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As long as I can just get lost
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Chillin' way back in the pines
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And it's alright if the clock just stops for a while
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And all them rowdy friends of mine
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They all call, but y'all I got some things on my mind
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I need a half a gallon bottle, not a cell phone
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I wanna close my eyes and just sail on
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There's a place in my mind
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That I go to unwind, kick back, let go,
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And try to lose it sometimes
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Cause I been thinkin' bout thinkin' bout leavin'
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Goin' to a place where I can think without reason
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All of my worries left out in space
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Come monday it's back to that old rat race
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[Chorus 2: (repeat)]
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There's a lean-to shed, burn pile, and some hound dogs
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An ol' boy like me just get lost
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Whiskey got ya boy feelin' nice
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And i'll be gone the whole night
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Really ain't no need to call
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The truth is that you don't need to worry at all
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I'll be just fine
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As long as I can just get lost
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So many phone calls and deadlines
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Articles and headlines
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It's okay another busy day
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But I need to get my head right
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Ain't crunk the four wheel drive in quite a while
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You know the kind
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Jump in the truck
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And find some mud
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And cruise around to ease my mind
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Rippin' through the georgia pines
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Sunnky skies and feelin' fine
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They don't sell beer up in here
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So I guess I'll hit the county line
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Stoppin' by, the river's high
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Maybe catch some fish to fry
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My tackle box stays in the back
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With my old zebco and my spider wire
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Slow it down and figure out
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What this life is all about
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It ain't the money
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Or the clout
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It ain't the future
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It's right now
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So tell me what y'all know about them dirty country roads
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Gettin' lost it cleanse the soul
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Ever since the days of old
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[Chorus 3: (repeat x3)]
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There's a lean-to shed, burn pile, and some hound dogs
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An ol' boy like me just get lost
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Whiskey got ya boy feelin' nice
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And I'll be gone the whole night
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Really ain't no need to call
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The truth is that you don't need to worry at all
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I'll be just fine
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As long as I can just get lost
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There's a lean-to shed, burn pile, and some hound dogs
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An ol' boy like me just get lost
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Whiskey got ya boy feelin' nice
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And I'll be gone the whole night
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Really ain't no need to call
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The truth is that you don't need to worry at all
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I'll be just fine
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As long as I can just get lost
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There's a lean-to shed, burn pile, and some hound dogs
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An ol' boy like me just get lost
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Whiskey got ya boy feelin' nice
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And I'll be gone the whole night
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Really ain't no need to call
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The truth is that you don't need to worry at all
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I'll be just fine
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As long as I can just get lost
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[Last chorus: repeat 2x]
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Get Lost
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The Lacs |