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    Lord knows I got a type
    And there's a few in here tonight
    Well, I've learned my lesson too many times
    Blondes like you put me through hell and I need somethin' new

    I need a brown-eyed, five five, north side of the Mason-Dixon line
    Kind ain't climbed up in a four-wheel drive that's lifted
    Never been fishin', never been muddin'
    Gotta be, gotta be one that don't remind me of you there beside me
    I need to find me a brunette

    One man don't smoke when she drinks
    Or know them songs we used to sing
    I'd rather be lonely when it's time to leave
    At 2 a. M., go 'head out with some girl that ain't your opposite

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    I need a brown-eyed, five five, north side of the Mason-Dixon line
    Kind ain't climbed up in a four-wheel drive that's lifted
    Never been fishin', never been muddin'
    Gotta be, gotta be one that don't remind me of you there beside me
    I need to find me a brunette

    When it comes to that next head on my chest
    Won't be a bit of blonde on her head
    You ruined that for me when you left, since you left

    I need a brown-eyed, five five, north side of the Mason-Dixon line
    Kind ain't climbed up in a four-wheel drive that's lifted
    Never been fishin', never been muddin'
    Gotta be, gotta be one that don't remind me of you there beside me
    I need to find me a brunette

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    Composition: Richard Chase Mcgill, Blake Pendergrass, Chris LaCorte, and Joshua Lawrence Miller

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