She'll sit in that lawn chair all night long,
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Sippin' them beers 'till the bonfires gon'
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She's a cool drink of water and a hot red-head,
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Standin' there fishin' in the creek bank bed.
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You outta see her dance!
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She can break it down low,
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She can pop it and lock it, and doe-si-doe
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Aww, look at her go...
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She's got a little bit of kick like peach moonshine,
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Legs as long as the county line,
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Wrap around you like Kudzu vine,
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Thank God she's mine!
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Sexy little voice, sweet little twang
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Singin' them songs, shakin' that thang
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Down here in the holler, she's hotter than Hollywood!
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I got it bad, bad, bad...
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She's got the goods!
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She got way more sway than a front porch swang,
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She'll bare her soul like an old six string
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She can shed a tear, she show a smile,
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Break every heart for a country mile
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That ain't no lie...
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She's got a little bit of kick like peach moonshine,
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Legs as long as the county line,
+
Wrap around you like Kudzu vine,
+
Thank God she's mine!
+
Sexy little voice, sweet little twang
+
Singin' them songs, shakin' that thang
+
Down here in the holler, she's hotter than Hollywood!
+
I got it bad, bad, bad...
+
She's got the goods!
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Awww, yahh
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She's got a little bit of kick like homemade wine.
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Legs as long as the county line.
+
Wrap around you like Kudzu vine.
+
Thank God she's mine!
+
Sexy little voice, sweet little twang
+
Singin' them songs, shakin' that thang
+
Down here in the holler, she's hotter than Hollywood!
+
I got it bad, bad, bad...
+
She's got the goods!
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She's got the goods!
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