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headed down the highway, from a weekend of fun 
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head poundin real, real bad so I tell myself im done 
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no more drinkin beer is what i thought 
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i say no more smoke filled lungs spendin money i ain't got. 
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but i might as well shut my mouth cause it'll happen again 
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knockin back those ice cold beers with my friends. 
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so untill i get tired and ready to go home 
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you can find my old pickup headed up and down that road 
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up interstate 35,45, or highway six 
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may not have no money boy but i got a book full of checks 
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got my two bags in the back a cooler and a few more things 
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radio up loud as hell singing with my boy pat green. 
2nd 
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the next thing i know i get a call from r.d. 
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sayin head up 45 for a party 
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now my foots through the floorboard headed to the next town 
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play a little bit of 42 to that good ole texas sound 
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maybe pitch a few washers through a game or two of shoes 
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it's been like this for most of our lives so boy don't be confused 
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3rd 
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but  we've been drinkin all night long and it's time to turn in 
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cause we got to get an early start and do it all over again. 
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