| Me and my friends went to Dixieland, drove a big RV
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| With a cabinet full of mushrooms
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| And a cooler full of beer
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| It was spring time in the mountains
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| When we headed out of town
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| The peaks were white, the sky was blue
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| And the sun was beatin' down
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| We were rollin' down the highway
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| Just havin' a little fun
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| You sure can drink a lot of beer
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| Underneath that Texas sun
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| So I pulled into a liquor store
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| And that’s where the trouble all began
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| 'cause I ran into their awning
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| And we had a run-in with The Man
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| Get me out of this smalltime Texas town
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| 'cause I don’t wanna be stuck in jail when the sun goes down
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| You can’t bust me if you don’t know what you found
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| I tried to talk to the girl inside
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| I even offered her some cash
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| But she wouldn’t listen, she just called the cops
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| 'cause her gutter had been smashed
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| And the next thing I knew when I walked outside
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| There were police all around
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| Askin' who was drivin' the vehicle, can I see your license
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| Whatcha doin' in our town
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| We were sittin' on the steps of the liquor store
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| Just tryin' not to look too scared
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| They were searchin' the RV and I was thinkin'
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| Sometimes life just isn’t fair
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| Well, they opened up that cabinet
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| And they found our little stash
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| But they didn’t know what it was and let us go
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| Minus eighty bucks in cash
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| Get me out of this smalltime Texas town
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| I’ll be runnin' as soon as my feet hit the ground
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| You can’t bust me 'cause you don’t know what you found |