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Written by Bobby Pinson and Trey Bruce |
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Well I hear there's a place somewhere down south |
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Where you don't need a hook, to catch a small-mouth |
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No rod, no reel, no bait, no doubt |
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Just whistle from the bank and they all walk out |
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And they say there's a town not far from here |
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You can trade your debt, for gas and beer |
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No boss, no rent, no sweat, no cares |
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Where everybody is a millionaire |
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If there ain't, there oughta be |
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Just think, of the endless, possibilities |
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A place where every day is Friday night |
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With your arms wrapped up tight, around me |
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If there ain't, there oughta be |
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And I hear there's a book, that you can buy |
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That'll paraphrase the meanin' of life |
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What's love, why me, where's God, how high |
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Word for word on why women cry |
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If there ain't, there oughta be |
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Just think, of the endless, possibilities |
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A place where every day is Friday night |
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With your arms wrapped up tight, around me |
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If there ain't, there oughta be |
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A place for me to make my dreams come true |
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I wish, I wish, upon a star will do |
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A fully fledged, foolproof guarantee |
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If there ain't, there oughta be |
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If there ain't, there oughta be |
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Just think, of the endless, possibilities |
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A place where every day is Friday night |
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With your arms wrapped up tight, around me |
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Well, if there ain't, there oughta be |
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Well, if there ain't, there oughta be |
