| I got a tall can of beer in my hand
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| And a big middle finger to the man
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| I got a couple hillbilly friends that shoot whiskey
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| And a million nights I don’t regret
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| It’s a backwoods, feel good, up all night
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| Party like it’s 1969
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| Trailer trashed down by the river
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| Hop up in the shotgun, grab another cold one
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| Trailer trashed, the party’s gettin' bigger
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| Put on your boots, kick out the city slickers
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| It’s a hometown, throwdown party with some country class
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| Tonight we’re gettin' trailer trashed
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| Now, I got some long necks and a couple of kegs
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| With them pretty little things and them pretty little legs
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| And I hope to get lucky with some bourbon from Kentucky
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| Or some sweet moonshine from South Caroline
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| It’s a backwoods, feel good, up all night
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| Party like it’s 1969
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| I got a tall can of beer in my hand
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| And a big middle finger to the man
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| Trailer trashed down by the river
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| Hop up in the shotgun, grab another cold one
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| Trailer trashed, the party’s gettin' bigger
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| Put on your boots, kick out the city slickers
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| Trailer trashed down by the river
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| Trailer trashed, the party’s gettin' bigger
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| 'Cause it’s a hometown throwdown party with some country class
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| Tonight we’re gettin' trailer trashed
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| We’re gettin' trailer trashed
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| Gettin' trailer trashe |