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You know Tommy goEnna trick hEis truck, jack it up big time,
ELiftE kit, chrome tips, spit shinin like a diamond.
EGame chanEged and the rain came and we took it down a back road.
EGeorgia clayE mudhole, that's how these boys roll
E E Now it's late night underneath the moonlight.
E EveryboEdy's feelin right, sippin on a bud light.
EGo on dErop yo' tailgate, turn up your radio.
EI'm a bEuild a bonfire, you can make yourself at home
E Kick bEack, relax, you know we're just a bunch o' hillbillies
E Tip Eback a cup a' Jack and throw your hands up with me.
HEey, we might look a little
cDrazy tonight, hey baby
tAhat's alright,
It's our backwoods, boondock roots,
iEt's just what we do.
IEt's just what we do.
HEey, ain't no way to
mDake this up, when it's runnin
tAhrough your blood,
There ain't no hidin the truth,
Eit's just what we do.
IEt's just what we do.
Yeah, it's just what we do
You see Tommy caElled JeaniEe and Jeanie gon' call the hotties,
ETell eEm bout the party, so don't forget the Bacardi.
ETime to getE your buzz on and your love on, all night long,
And if Eyou play yEour hand right, you won't have to go home alone.
ESix strEing pickin, solo cup sippin,
and when tEhe moments rightE, grab ya phone and get them digits,
ECrankin thatE Bocephus, we all good with Jesus.
ECome SundEay morning that preacher, he bout to preach it
EKick bEack, relax and pass the good time moonshine.
EWho brEought the party? Damn, that was Florida Georgia Line.
HEey, we might look a little
cDrazy tonight, hey baby
tAhat's alright,
It's our backwoods, boondock roots,
iEt's just what we do.
IEt's just what we do.
HEey, ain't no way to
mDake this up, when it's runnin
tAhrough your blood,
There ain't no hidin the truth,
Eit's just what we do.
IEt's just what we do.
Yeah, it's just what we do
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