| A full moon shinin’bright
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| Edge of the water; |
| we were feelin’alright
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| Back down a country road
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| The girls are always hot, and the beer is ice cold
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| Cadillac, horns on the hood
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| My buddy Frankie had his dad hook him up good
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| Girls smile when we roll by They hop in the back, and we cruise to the river side
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| (Whoa-oh)
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| Never gonna grow up
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| (Whoa-oh)
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| Never gonna slow down
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| (Whoa-oh)
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| We were shinin’like lighters in the dark
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| In the middle of a rock show
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| (Whoa-oh)
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| We were doin’it right
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| (Whoa-oh)
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| We were comin’alive
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| (Whoa-oh)
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| Yeah, caught in a Southern summer, barefoot, blue jean night
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| Blue eyes and auburn hair
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| Sittin’lookin’pretty by the fire in a lawn chair
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| New to town, and new to me Her ruby red lips was sippin’on sweet tea
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| Shot me in love like a shootin’star
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| So, I grabbed a beer and my ol’guitar
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| Then we sat around till the break of dawn
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| Howlin’and singin’our favorite song
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| (Whoa-oh)
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| Never gonna grow up
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| (Whoa-oh)
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| Never gonna slow down
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| (Whoa-oh)
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| We were shinin’like lighters in the dark
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| In the middle of a rock show
|
| (Whoa-oh)
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| We were doin’it right
|
| (Whoa-oh)
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| We were comin’alive
|
| (Whoa-oh)
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| Yeah, caught in a Southern summer, barefoot, blue jean night
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| Whoa-oh, never gonna grow up Ha!
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| Never gonna slow down
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| We were shinin’like lighters in the dark
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| In the middle of a rock show
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| (Whoa-oh)
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| We were doin’it right
|
| (Whoa-oh)
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| We were comin’alive
|
| (Whoa-oh)
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| Yeah, caught in a Southern summer, barefoot, blue jean night
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| (Whoa-oh)
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| Barefoot, blue jean night
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| (Whoa-oh)
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| Barefoot, blue jean night
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| (Whoa-oh)
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| Barefoot, blue jean night |