I pulled up to a cattle yard.
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Got on out opened up the gate.
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I drove down the long dirt road
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To the banks of an old 2 acre lake.
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We had bon fires and barbed wire,
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Fresh caught catfish in the deep fryer.
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I jumped out my truck and I said itĄŻs on.
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And everybody sang Hey yaĄŻll.
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Break out the beer turn the Skynyrd on.
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Hey yaĄŻll how ya doin, what ya doin?
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Hey yaĄŻll, we ainĄŻt leavinĄŻ till they call the law.
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Hey yaĄŻll, hey yaĄŻll
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Hey yaĄŻll come on.
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A cloud of dust came rolling in.
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Blue lights flashinĄŻ there were 10 of them.
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Sheriff Hopper and all of his boys
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Said all they had to do was just follow the noise.
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He dropped his gun and then his star.
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Reached in his cruiser pulled out his guitar.
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I said officer what have we done wrong?
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He just smiled and me and said nothing at all.
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Singing hey yaĄŻll.
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Break out the beer turn the Skynyrd on.
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Hey yaĄŻll, what ya doin how ya doing?
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Hey yaĄŻll, crank it up, we ainĄŻt never going home.
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Hey yaĄŻll, hey yaĄŻll, hey yaĄŻll watch this.
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See that girl over there looking fine.
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Well I bet you by morning I can make her mine.
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And everybody sang Hey yaĄŻll.
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Break out the beer turn the Skynyrd on.
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Hey yaĄŻll, what you doing? Baby howĄŻm I doing?
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Hey yaĄŻll, we aint leaving till the law goes home.
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Hey yaĄŻll, hey yaĄŻll, hey yaĄŻll come on.
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Hey yaĄŻll, hey yaĄŻll, hey yaĄŻll.
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Hey Ya'll
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Chris Cagle |