We went to the beach
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Every year, the middle of June
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We crammed into that Astro van
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Tighter than a can of sardines
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And we went to the beach
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We fought in the back
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And dad got mad
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And mama rolled the windows down
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"Y'all smell the salt of the beach?"
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Well, it was double beds
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With a kitchenette
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Bedspreads of sea-foam green
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It was sunburns and taking turns
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On boogie boards we'd bring
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Even if we spent every single cent to stay across the street
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We went to the beach
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We mowed a few yards
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I filled a coffee can with some Benjamins
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Just a couple of friends
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Just barely seventeen
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And we went to the beach
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And in the middle of March
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We put real life starts and partied so hard
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We could barely remember a thing
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It was PBRs and tiki bars
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Don't take my fake I.D
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It was cigarettes, girls we just met
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And making out on lifeguard seats
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And those polaroids of me and the boys is all the proof I need
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And we went to the beach
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Girl, don't you hate to leave
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It's been one hell of a week
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It was a vow, to you too, "I do."
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Babe, can you believe?
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It was brand new tans
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Brown-golden bands
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Of sand all in the sheets
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If I know you and me, we only get one of these
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And we went to the beach
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We went to the beach
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We went to the beach
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We went to the beach
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We Went to the Beach
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Little Big Town |