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Rita saw a deal on the TV |
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So me and her hopped on the R.T.D. |
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Drove it down to Colton on the weekend |
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Me I stole the Pontiac |
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I got sick of taking orders |
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Slinging hash and hearing them complain |
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I don't wanna smell that grill forever |
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So I took the Pontiac |
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An' drove it straight into the heartland |
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Rita's fingers fumblin' trying to roll one |
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My frozen fingers trying to find a cold one |
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Tonight we dine on the line and the lone one |
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As I gun this sucker straight into the heartland |
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Read about a guy down in Florida |
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He took a shotgun down to the hardware store |
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Blew ten people to the floor |
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'Cause the way they fixed his mower |
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Then headed out that night |
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Straight into the heartland |
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Rita's fingers fumblin' trying to roll one |
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My frozen fingers trying to find a cold one |
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Tonight we dine on the line and the lone one |
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As I gun this sucker straight into the heartland |
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They say Eddy boy you're wanted |
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But not for running lights this time |
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You don't need the gun |
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To hear the sound of your own name |
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Rita's fingers fumblin' trying to roll one |
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My frozen fingers trying to find a cold one |
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Tonight we dine on the line and the lone one |
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As I gun this sucker straight into the heartland |
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I'm gonna gun this sucker straight into the heartland |
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I'm gonna gun this sucker straight into the heartland |
