Some folks sit and wait
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On government checks.
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Some of us have the
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Sun beatin' down on our necks.
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We've all got the same damn thing in mind.
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An ol' screen door that swings
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'Neath the neon sign.
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Nah, we don't need a reason
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To get down.
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Turn the jukebox up to ten.
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Son, throw 'em down.
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Keep those longnecks cold on ice.
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Before too long it sure be nice.
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Just might have to buy
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The house around.
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In this little ol' lonesome dixie town.
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Someone throw some cornmeal
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Down on the floor.
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So me and my baby can shuffle
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Just a little bit more.
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Then, I think we look funny,
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The way that we move.
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That's our thing, and
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We got our own groove.
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Nah, we don't need a reason
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To get down.
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Turn the jukebox up to ten.
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Son, throw 'em down.
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Keep those longnecks cold on ice.
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Before too long it sure be nice.
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Just might have to buy
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The house around.
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In this little ol' lonesome dixie town.
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Nah, we don't need a reason
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To get down.
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Turn the jukebox up to ten.
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Son, throw 'em down.
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Keep those longnecks cold on ice.
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Before too long it sure be nice.
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Just might have to buy
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The house around.
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In this little ol' lonesome dixie town.
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In this little ol' lonesome dixie town.
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Lil' Ol' Lonesome Dixie Town
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| Billy Currington |
