I see main street closing
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Miles of a¢æ©«For Salea¢æ? signs
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And them fields ain't growing
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Fast enough to get us by
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I feel the sweet release,
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Of a Friday night
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For a couple of hours we can run this town
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Till it runs dry
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Tip it on back, make it feel good
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Sip a little more than you know you should
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Let the smoke roll, off your lips
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Let it all go whatever it is
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And tip it on back
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So grab the girl you came with
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And set her world on fire
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And watch her sway and singing to the music
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Until it's all alright
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Yeah
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Tip it on back, make it feel good
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Sip a little more than you know you should
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Let the smoke roll, off your lips
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Let it all go whatever it is
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And tip it on back
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I don't wanna lose this feeling
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And I don't wanna close my eyes
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I don't wanna remember what I'm here to forget tonight
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So tip it on back
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Tip it on back, make it feel good
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Sip a little more than you know you should
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Let the smoke roll, off your lips
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Let it all go whatever it is
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And tip it on back
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Tip it on back
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Yeah, I don't wanna lose this feeling
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I don't wanna close my eyes
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I don't wanna remember what I'm here to forget tonight
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So tip it on back
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Just tip it on back
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Feel the sweet release of a Friday night
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For a couple of hours we can run this town
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Till it runs dry
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Tip it on back
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Tip It On Back
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Dierks Bentley |