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I was born and raised on a little ol' farm |
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Shotgun house down by the swamp |
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Work was hard and times were kinda rough |
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But we just kept on scuffling and hanging tough |
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The one thing in our lives that kept our spirits high |
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We could let the music out |
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And it's so cool, baby, boogie way down south |
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Saturday morning everybody goes into town |
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Hugging and laughing and talking till the sun goes down |
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Sit out on the porch late in the night |
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Break out the guitar, baby, it's feeling right |
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Backbeat on the knee hit you down in your feet |
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Make you want to jump and shout |
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And it's so cool, baby, the boogie way down south |
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Yeah... |
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We all moved off and got big city ways |
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But I still think about those laid back days |
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Sometimes it hits me in a dream |
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And I can almost taste that homemade ice cream |
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Backbeat on the knee hit you down in your feet |
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Make you want to jump and shout |
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And it's so cool, baby, the boogie way down south |