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Twenty dollars out of mumma's purse bought us a tank of gas |
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And a pack of tobacco when we were just teenage kids |
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Me and Jack and Danny we'd go driving around |
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If there was trouble to be found then we found it quick |
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Chuckin' doughnuts in the field |
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'Till old man Smith would call the cops |
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He'd come running out with a shotgun |
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'Cause we were running down his crops |
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And I reckon he's still wondering who that was |
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But that was us |
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Now some of those local boys moved on but we never changed a bit |
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Never had a scrap of sense, least that's what some folks said |
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Then we finally turned old enough to buy our own beer |
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Don't remember much about that year, just lucky that we're not dead |
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'Cause somebody said they saw some boys |
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With a ute looked just like mine |
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Trying to pull down that old water tank |
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That sits out by the railway line |
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And people wonder why it leans the way it does |
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Well that was us |
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Seems like small towns never change |
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But things get tough when times get hard |
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And they said when he got sick |
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That old man Smith would have lost that farm |
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'Cause he was getting way behind on all his bills |
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'Till someone came and brought his crops in from the fields |
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Yeah and folks 'round here still don't know who that was |
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That was us |
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Chuckin' doughnuts in the fields |
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'Till old man Smith would call the cops |
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He'd come running out with a shotgun |
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'Cause we were running down his crops |
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Somebody said they saw some boys |
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With a ute looked just like mine |
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Trying to pull down that old water tank |
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That sits out by the railway line |
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That was us |
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That was us |
