Well I tell ya one thing that we all got in common
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We ain’t gotta worry when the sky starts fallin'
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No need to panic when the lord comes callin'
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Cause it’s all just a part of the show
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When the headlines are preaching impending doom
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And the civilized people start howling at the moon
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And they sound the alarms and there’s no good news
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I tell ya where we’ll all go
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We’ll load on up
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Take it out to the woods
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Where the fish are still biting
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And the eating’s still good
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Where the garden keeps cranking out
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Corn and beans
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And the moonshine’s running
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Cause the creek waters clean
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Keep a fire burning
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Rotisserie turning
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Pass a jug around
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And smoke one down
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Making the best of a bad situation
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Getting by just fine in a ghost town nation
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We’re always gonna have a roof over a head
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And the shotguns locked and loaded in the shed
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Don’t worry bout nothing, you heard what I said
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Everybody’s gonna be fine
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We’ll load on up
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Take it out to the woods
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Where the fish are still biting
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And the eating’s still good
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Where the garden keeps cranking out
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Corn and beans
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And the moonshine’s running
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Cause the creek waters clean
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Keep a fire burning
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Rotisserie turning
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Pass a jug around
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And smoke one down
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Making the best of a bad situation
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Getting by fine in a ghost town nation
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We ain’t knocking on wood
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We’ll crank it up to eleven
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Ain’t no big deal
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Its just Armageddon
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We’ll load on up
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Take it out to the woods
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Where the fish are still biting
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And the eating’s still good
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Where the garden keeps cranking out
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Corn and beans
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And the moonshine’s running
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Cause the creek waters clean
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Keep a fire burning
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Rotisserie turning
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Pass a jug around
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And smoke one down
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Making the best of a bad situation
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Getting by fine in a ghost town nation |