| I’ve been workin' like a dog all day
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| Sweatin' bullets, just stackin' that hay
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| I got a 12-pack sittin' on ice
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| It’s a cold beer kinda night (Hey hey)
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| That old sun’s finally sinkin' down
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| Them fireflies are all dancin' around
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| I hear the crickets singin' back in the pines
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| It’s a cold beer kinda night (Hey hey)
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| Whatcha say we go crank up the radio?
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| Old Alabama singin' feels so right
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| Pop a top or two; |
| baby, rock with you
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| 'Til the moon runs out of light
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| It’s every kiss and reminiscin'
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| All of the conditions are right
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| For a cold beer kinda night
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| (Hey hey, hey hey)
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| We ain’t gotta shoot no whiskey down
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| We ain’t gotta go and paint the town
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| Just catch a buzz and get lost in your eyes
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| It’s a cold beer kinda night (Hey hey)
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| Whatcha say we go crank up the radio?
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| Old Alabama singin' feels so right (Feels so right)
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| Pop a top or two; |
| baby, rock with you
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| 'Til the moon runs out of light
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| It’s every kiss and reminiscin'
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| All of the conditions are right
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| For a cold beer kinda night
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| Well, can’t you feel it, baby, in the air?
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| We need a little middle of nowhere
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| It’s lookin' like the stars have all aligned
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| For a cold beer kinda night (Hey hey)
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| Whatcha say we go crank up the radio?
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| Old Alabama singin' feels so right (Feels so right)
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| Pop a top or two; |
| baby, rock with you
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| 'Til the moon runs out of light
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| It’s every kiss and reminiscin'
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| All of the conditions are right
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| For a cold beer kinda night
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| Oh baby, don’t it feel just like
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| For a cold beer kinda night (Cold beer kinda night)
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| Yeah, baby, don’t it feel so right?
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| A cold beer kinda night
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| Hey hey, hey hey
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| Hey hey, hey hey |