I'm cruising down mainstreet in an '87 Chevrolet
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I'm rollin down 174 tryin to find some more
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Wish I had a little money I'd spend it all on you
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I'd buy us a quarter bag and twelve pack of brew
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[Chorus]
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And we'll get high, and I drink
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Well I'm tryin not to think
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And I get stoned and I'm drunk
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Well I'm tryin to change my luck
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Just gettin by
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Well I'm a-gettin by, gettin high, yeah
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Walkin down Browns mountain tryin to find my way around
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I hope I don't get stopped by the cops in this here town
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Head on to the south side and the cemetary trails
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A worn out fishin hole where I raised a lot of hell
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[Chorus]
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There's a girl that lives on my street
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Strawberry blonde, she tastes so sweet
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I wanna tell her all the words in my heart
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She moved away then she tore my world apart
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[Chorus]
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Fifteen minutes south of the Fort Worth city lights
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We watch football games here on Friday nights
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I grew up slow and now I'm living so fast
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Running out of liquor and this quarter bag won't last
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[Chorus 2x]
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High
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Casey Donahew Band |