| Another Friday night there’s a line of cars leavin'
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| Home team’s got an out-of-towner
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| Me, I’m sittin' on the hood of mine drinkin'
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| I’m just a parkin' lot down-and-outer
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| Under that high school bleacher
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| I drove that preacher’s daughter crazy
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| Her mama was my homeroom teacher
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| And her dad was hell bent on savin' me
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| Yeah, I’m sure there’s higher highs
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| Where the high risers rise
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| But me, I’m gonna sit right here tonight, and
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| Catch me a 'round here buzz
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| 'Cause you ain’t 'round here none
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| Keep puttin' 'em down here, 'nother round here
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| 'Til my down goes up
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| Lit up like that one stoplight
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| Across from that welcome sign
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| Ever since you caught that out there bug
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| I catch me a 'round here buzz
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| I never had big-city eyes
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| Hell, I’ve never been east of Dallas
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| Got no idea where you are now
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| Or if you ever got that penthouse palace
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| No, Scotty’s ain’t got no vibe
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| Got no gas in his neon light
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| But he’s got two-for-one 'til 2:00 tonight
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| Catch me a 'round here buzz
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| 'Cause you ain’t 'round here none
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| Keep puttin' 'em down here, 'nother round here
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| 'Til my down goes up
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| Lit up like that one stoplight
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| Across from that welcome sign
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| Ever since you caught that out there bug
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| I catch me a 'round here buzz
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| Catch me a 'round here buzz
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| 'Cause you ain’t 'round here none
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| Keep puttin' 'em down here, 'nother round here
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| 'Til my down here
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| Is lit up like that one stoplight
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| Across from that welcome sign
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| Ever since you caught that out there bug
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| I catch me a 'round here buzz
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| I catch me a 'round here buzz
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| 'Round here buzz
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| I catch me a 'round here buzz |