| Long truck bed, hop in it, fire engine red like a lipstick
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| Out here we can let it go, yeah
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| Just me and my good friends, jug of wine lil' sip
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| Out here baby you just never know
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| Yeah, these are the days of gold
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| Hell, it’s a Southern summer
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| Whiskey’s in the air, dog’s on the burner
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| Beer’s ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold
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| Southern summer
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| And that sun shining down like Daddy’s silver dollar
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| Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold
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| The July sky, so high moon shining by the river side
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| Stealing hearts and running wild
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| In our own little world, Tennessee boys and girls running free
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| Out here it’s good times for miles
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| Yeah, these are the days of gold
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| Hell, it’s a Southern summer
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| Whiskey’s in the air, dog’s on the burner
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| Beer’s ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold
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| Southern summer
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| And that sun shining down like Daddy’s silver dollar
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| Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold
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| Hell, it’s a Southern summer
|
| Whiskey’s in the air, dog’s on the burner
|
| Beer’s ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold
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| Southern summer
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| And that sun shining down like Daddy’s silver dollar
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| Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold |