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A full moon shinin' bright |
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Edge of the water; we were feelin' alright |
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Back down a country road |
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The girls are always hot, and the beer is ice cold |
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Cadillac, horns on the hood |
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My buddy Frankie had his dad hook him up good |
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Girls smile when we roll by |
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They hop in the back, and we cruise to the river side |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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Never gonna grow up |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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Never gonna slow down |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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We were shinin' like lighters in the dark |
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In the middle of a rock show |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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We were doin' it right |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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We were comin' alive |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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Yeah, caught up in a Southern summer, a barefoot, blue jean night |
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Blue eyes and auburn hair |
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Sittin' lookin' pretty by the fire in a lawn chair |
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New to town, and new to me |
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Her ruby red lips was sippin' on sweet tea |
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Shot me in love like a shootin' star |
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So, I grabbed a beer and my ol' guitar |
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Then we sat around till the break of dawn |
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Howlin' and singin' our favorite song |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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Never gonna grow up |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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Never gonna slow down |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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We were shinin' like lighters in the dark |
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In the middle of a rock show |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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We were doin' it right |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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We were comin' alive |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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Yeah, caught up in a Southern summer, a barefoot, blue jean night |
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Whoa-oh, never gonna grow up |
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Ha! |
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Never gonna slow down |
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We were shinin' like lighters in the dark |
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In the middle of a rock show |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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We were doin' it right |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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We were comin' alive |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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Yeah, caught up in a Southern summer, a barefoot, blue jean night |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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Barefoot, blue jean night |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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A barefoot, blue jean night |
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(Whoa-oh) |
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Barefoot, blue jean night |
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A barefoot, blue jean night |
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It's a barefoot, blue jean night |
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A barefoot, blue jean night |
