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They like ice cold beer and smokeless tobacco |
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And dancin' on a |
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Saturday night |
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Church on |
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Sunday mornin' and talkin' to |
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JesusThere's some that say that that ain't right |
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I know for certain that nobody's perfect |
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And they don't pretend to be |
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I like those people |
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And they like me |
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Well, they may roll the dice |
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But ain't life a gamble |
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And you may think that that's all wrong |
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They take what they're given |
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Hard work and hard livin' |
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Right out of some old country song |
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Jokes that they tell you |
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Might be off color |
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But sometimes that's just what you need |
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I like those people |
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And they like me |
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They don't kick you when you're down |
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Judge you when you make a mistake |
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They're the first to come around |
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Help you at whatever it takes |
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They're the salt of the earth |
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Honest as rain |
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A light when your world turns dark |
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And if it falls on your shoulders |
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And you need to hide out |
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They won't tell a soul where you are |
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Yeah, they stick together |
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Like birds of a feather |
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Treat you like family |
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Hey, I like those people |
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And they like me |
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They don't kick you when you're down |
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Judge you when you make a mistake |
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They're the first to come around |
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Help you at whatever it takes |
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Hey, it's ice cold beer, smokeless tobacco |
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And dancin' on a |
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Saturday night |
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There's church on |
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Sunday mornin' |
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And talkin' to |
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JesusThere's some that say that that ain't right |
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Hey, but I got a feelin' |
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God up in |
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HeavenThinks that's the way it should be |
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I like these people |
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And they like me |
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Yeah, I like these people |
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And they like me |
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They like me... |
