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07/06/2010 |
1. | Shakin' That Tailgate |
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3. | Can't Drink All Day |
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5. | Homemade Mexico |
6. | Wal-Mart Flowers |
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8. | Girls Love to Go Dancin' |
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Lately I have been working overtime.
You've been taking a class at nine,
Even though we've got bill still left to pay,
I think we should just slip away.
I can see you in the sun,
Sippin on that Coke and Rum.
Come on, Girl lets take a ride!
Rolling through the sunshine
You right here by my side
Wind Surfin in the Wind
On a wave that never ends
Ain't no chance of rain,
Just good times on the way
Tom Petty on the Radio
Free Ballin as we go
We can leave it all behind
Go rolling through the sunshine
Grab you sunglasses,
I'll grab my guitar
Nearest beach can't be that far
Say goodbye to your stress and your cell phones
We can put the whole world on hold
I can see you in the sun
Sippin on that Coke and Rum.
Come on, Girl lets take a ride!
Rolling through the sunshine
You right here by my side
Wind Surfin in the Wind
On a wave that never ends
Ain't no chance of rain,
Just good times on the way
Tom Petty on the Radio
Free Ballin as we go
We can leave it all behind
Go rolling through the sunshine
I can see you in the sun
Sippin on that Coke and Rum.
Come on, Girl lets take a ride!
Rolling through the sunshine
You right here by my side
Wind Surfin in the Wind
On a wave that never ends
Ain't no chance of rain,
Just good times on the way
Tom Petty on the Radio
Free Ballin as we go
We can leave it all behind
Go rolling through the sunshine
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It's the hard knocks,
It's the long shots,
It's believin in yourself when you're all you got.
You don't turn back,
Don't give in,
Rising up to see the last man standing.
Stakes are high when the chips are down n' you can bet the farm I ain't voted out, 'cause when everyone else has thrown their hand in,
I'll be the last man standin'!
Well, I miss my Mama and all of my friends in that tiny little town I grew up in, will always be where I call home.
But I sacrificed too many years, to just give up on what got me here,
I've come so far to be so close.
It's the hard knocks,
It's the long shots,
It's believin in yourself when you're all you got.
You don't turn back,
Don't give in,
Rising up to see the last man standing.
Stakes are high when the chips are down n' you can bet the farm I ain't voted out, 'cause when everyone else has thrown their hand in,
I'll be the last man standin'!
Well there comes a time in all our lives when your back' to the wall and it's do or die.
Do you stand your ground or walk away?
(You can walk away)
My heart's been broke,
my prize been ripped,
everytime these well tips make me quit I, hear that voice inside me say it!!!
It's the hard knocks,
It's the long shots,
It's believin in yourself when you're all you got.
You don't turn back,
Don't give in,
Rising up to see the last man standing.
Stakes are high when the chips are down n' you can bet the farm I ain't voted out, 'cause when everyone else has thrown their hand in,
I'll be the last man standin'!
Yo, pump it 'til they taught me lose is wrong,
No, you can't pull me down 'cause I'm just too strong,
way to wait too long,
I got your world in your hands,
(I ain't playin wit chu man!)
and I don't ask a demand,
If you wanna come and get it,
I ain't here to brake a bus,
but I bet chu won't get it,
man I come to take it home,
I want it deep in my bones,
and I don't ask a demand,
when it all falls down,
I'll be the last man standing.
It's the hard knocks,
It's the long shots,
It's believin in yourself when you're all you got.
You don't turn back,
Don't give in,
Rising up to see the last man standing.
Stakes are high when the chips are down n' you can bet the farm I ain't voted out, 'cause when everyone else has thrown their hand in,
I'll be the last man standin'!
Well I'm gonna be the last man standin',
I'm gonna be!!!
Last man standin',
I'm gonna be
Last man standin'
I'm gonna be
Last man standin'
I'm gonna be
Last man standin'
I'm gonna be!!!
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She said I'm Gonna get my MBA
A corner office and a 401K
A beach house and a BMW
A BMW right after that I'm gonna fall in love
I'll get married, join the country club
That's my next five years, now how 'bout you?
Well, darlin', I hadn't really thought about it that much
But in my next five beers
I'll probably still be sittin' right here
Workin' on my goal to drink 'em while their cold
Livin' life by [unverified] ear
I won't be reach for the stars
But I'll be reaching across this bar
To put a long neck in my hand
That's my master plan for my next five beers
She kinda smiled and laughed at me
Said, how you ever gonna get where you wanna be?
I said, well, darlin', tonight I'm half way there
Or on my way and you could throw a little sunshine
On this parade how longs it been since you've been saved
By a reckless boy like me with only one care and my next 5 beers
I wanna see you let down your hair, spend a little time with me
Tonight my jokes are free so grab yourself a chair
I won't be reach for the stars
But I'll be reaching across this bar
To put a long neck in my hand
That's my master plan for my next five beers
I work as hard as anyone
Every week until the job gets done
But when the weekend rolls around
I like to party loud and have a little fun
So while you're reaching for the stars
I'll be reachin' across this bar
To put a long neck in my hand
That's my master plan for my next five beers
To put a long neck in my hand
That's my master plan for my next five beers
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There's a million different types of girls all around the world and they're all so beautiful
No one knows any better than me ‘cuz I stare so constantly
But I think I met my match last night at the club, she was sippin' on a Bud, hangin' with her friends on a Friday night
Chorus
5 foot something, cherry bomb she had everything going on
The first thing that caught my eye
She was rockin' the beer gut and I love the way she's not ashamed
Rockin' the beer gut well it's just some extra love around her waist
Rockin' the beer gut she's more than hot, she's everything and with the blue jeans a little tight around her butt
Rockin' the beer gut
Well Toby Keith never looked so good hanging out right there on the front of her black t-shirt
As I walked up to the bar and said, “Can I buy you a drink girl?”
She spun me around and grabbed my hand and said, “First things first we're gonna dance, if you can cut a rug boy
after that, well you can.”
Chorus
5 foot something, cherry bomb she had everything going on
The first thing that caught my eye
She was rockin' the beer gut and I love the way she's not ashamed
Rockin' the beer gut well it's just some extra love around her waist
Rockin' the beer gut she's more than hot, she's everything and with the blue jeans a little tight around her butt
Pretty little girl's, rockin' the beer gut
Chorus
5 foot something, cherry bomb she had everything going on
The first thing that caught my eye
She was rockin' the beer gut and I love the way she's not ashamed
Rockin' the beer gut well it's just some extra love around her waist
Rockin' the beer gut she's more than hot, she's everything and with the blue jeans a little tight around her butt
Pretty little girl's rockin' the beer gut
Rockin' the beer gut
Rockin' the beer gut
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Verse 1
On a haystack kickin' back three bails high
Flat bed stage and a full moon light
Party on the farm all night long
With the moon shine flowin' till the break of dawn
Got the bon fires burnin like the stars in the sky
Were goin skinny dippin in the creek near by
Trollin' for some lovin, goin fishing in the dark
So pull on up and put your truck in park
Chorus:
Its off the hillbilly hook
off the redneck chain
Join the rebel revolution
it's a runaway train
We're country boys and girls
Take a real good look
We're gonna show you how to rock it
Off the hillbilly hook
Verse 2
Shake it side to side get ready to ride
I'm a red neck fool in a four wheel drive
Got a 12 gauge underneath the seat
Gonna a raise a little hell to a down on beat
Get as loud as you want cause we just don't care
Screamin' Lynyrd Skynyrd with our hands in the air
So grab a couple coolers and a couple of friends
It's a crazy kind of party that just don't end
(Chorus)
Get up get up, kick off them boots
Get up get up, you got nothin' to lose
Get up get up, kick off them boots
Get up get up, let us rock you
(Chorus)
It's off the hillbilly hook off the redneck chain
It's a family tradition
That aint never gonna change
We're the country boys and girls
Take a real good look
Were gonna show you how to rock it off the hillbilly hook
Get up get up
Yeahh
Get up get up
Yeahh
Get up get up
Yeahh
Get up get up
Yeahh
Get up
Yeahh
It's off the hillbilly hook
Ha ha ha ha ha
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