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Just a bunch of Apoor boys, daddy's girls? children of the corn field
Tryin' turn a shift job into a dollar bill D
We wear the muddy boots, stay true to how we're raised
Ain't nothin' bout us fake
You know we're straight out of that Adirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money
Got them Gshined-up pickup trucks; whistlin' at them honies from the Dcountry (yes, sir)
You know we're straight out of that Along week workin', now everybody wanna party
GAll night long bonfire on the back fortyD in the middle of nowhere
(STOP)
Ain't nobody leaving here 'til we're straight outta cold beer
Straight outta of Dcold beer
Just a bunch of AJohn Deere junkies getting funky to some old Hank
GNothin' been stuck in the mud that we came
DWe'll cut the rusty chain in the sun or in the rain
Yeah, that's the kinda thing
You know we're straight out of that Adirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money
Got them Gshined-up pickup trucks; whistlin' at them honies from the Dcountry (yes, sir)
You know we're straight out of that Along week workin', now everybody wanna party
GAll night long bonfire on the back fortyD in the middle of nowhere
(STOP)
Ain't nobody leaving here 'til we're straight outta cold beer
Straight outta of Acold beer
You know we're straight out of that Adirty south, dirty roads, nobody got no money
Got them Gshined-up pickup trucks; whistlin' at them honies from the Dcountry (yes, sir)
You know we're straight out of that Along week workin', now everybody wanna party
GAll night long bonfire on the back fortyD in the middle of nowhere
(STOP)
Ain't nobody leaving here 'til we're straight outta cold beer
Straight outta of Acold beer
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