| Hey, baby I just asked your daddy
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| If I could take your hand
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| He said, «Boy, over my dead body»
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| Guess I ain’t his kinda man
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| But I love you and you love me
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| So, baby I gotta plan
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| We’ll push my truck off of Red Top Bridge
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| Right below the Jackson Dam
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| Hey, they’ll be draggin' the river
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| Catchin' nothin' but an ol' catfish
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| They’ll be draggin' the river
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| That’ll show that son of a bitch
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| It’s been rainin' for the last two weeks
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| So the water’s up good and high
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| We’ll just wait 'til it’s good n' late
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| So there ain’t nobody passin' by
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| I’ll call my cousin
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| He’ll pick us up an' take us to the Greyhound Bus
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| We’ll be standin' in front of that preacher
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| By the time they’re lookin' for us
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| And they’ll be draggin' the river
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| But they ain’t gonna find a thing
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| They’ll be draggin' the river
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| I’ll be wearin' me a diamond ring
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| Ah, we’re gonna show 'em
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| I know that it might sound crazy
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| Just a little bit too extreme
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| But to get some of your sweet lovin'
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| Baby, I’d do anything
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| Sooner or later
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| They’ll find my letter sayin' that we’re alright
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| We’ll be rockin' at the Red Roof Inn
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| This time tomorrow night
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| And they’ll be draggin' the river
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| Sayin', «Lord, what a cryin' shame»
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| They’ll be draggin' the river
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| We’ll be runnin', they’ll never see it comin'
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| They’ll be draggin' the river
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| They’ll be draggin' the river
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| But they ain’t gonna find a thing
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| Sorry about callin' your dad a son of a bitch earlier
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| Hey, do you think he’ll still hire me?
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| Whoa, that thing’s little
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| The diamond, I mean |