| I know two lanes roll a little slower
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| Then a wide open, four-wide highway
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| Every day, everybody gets older
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| And every break ain’t gonna fall my way
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| Church gets out at twelve, no later
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| While I’m rambling all about no brainers
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| Beer’s better cold, deuces always fold
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| Green herons fly south for the winter
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| Levi’s fade, it’s hotter in the shade in a Georgia July than December
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| Yeah, touchdown six, seven with a kick
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| A good song hits home
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| And it’s always gonna be like that
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| Yeah, it’s just a fact that beer’s better cold
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| And she ain’t coming back
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| Yeah, last kiss always last longer
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| In your head than it does on your lips
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| She’ll be my one that got away long goner
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| And it’s just as obvious as
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| Beer’s better cold, deuces always fold
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| Green herons fly south for the winter
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| Levi’s fade, it’s hotter in the shade in a Georgia July than December
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| Yeah, touchdown six, seven with a kick
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| A good song hits home
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| And it’s always gonna be like that
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| Yeah, it’s just a fact that beer’s better cold
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| And she ain’t coming back
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| To these arms, back to this town
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| Back down those I ain’t ever coming back around roads
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| No, it don’t take Einstein to know
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| Yeah, beer’s better cold, deuces always fold
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| Green herons fly south for the winter
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| Levi’s fade, it’s hotter in the shade in a Georgia July than December
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| Yeah, touchdown six, seven with a kick
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| A good song hits home
|
| And it’s always gonna be like that
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| Yeah, it’s just a fact that beer’s better cold
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| Yeah, beer’s better cold
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| And she ain’t coming back
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| Nah, she ain’t coming back |