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verse 1:
You know Tommy gonna trick his truck jack it up big time
Lift kit chrome tips spit shinin like a diamond.
Game changed and the rain came and we took it down a back road.
Georgia clay mudhole that's how these boys roll
Now it's late night underneath the moonlight.
Everybody's feelin right sippin on a bud light.
Go on drop yo' tailgate turn up your radio.
I'm a build a bonfire you can make yourself at home
Kick back relax you know we're just a bunch o' hillbillies
Tip back a cup a' Jack and throw your hands up with me.
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Hey we might look a little
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crazy tonight hey baby
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that's alright
It's our backwoods boondock roots
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it's just what we do.
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It's just what we do.
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Hey ain't no way to
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make this up when it's runnin
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through your blood
There ain't no hidin the truth
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it's just what we do.
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It's just what we do.
Yeah it's just what we do
verse 2:
You see Tommy called Jeanie and Jeanie gon' call the hotties
Tell em bout the party so don't forget the Bacardi.
Time to get your buzz on and your love on all night long
And if you play your hand right you won't have to go home alone.
Six string pickin solo cup sippin
and when the moments right grab ya phone and get them digits
Crankin that Bocephus we all good with Jesus.
Come Sunday morning that preacher he bout to preach it
Kick back relax and pass the good time moonshine.
Who brought the party? Damn that was Florida Georgia Line.
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Hey we might look a little
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crazy tonight hey baby
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that's alright
It's our backwoods boondock roots
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it's just what we do.
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It's just what we do.
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Hey ain't no way to
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make this up when it's runnin
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through your blood
There ain't no hidin the truth
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it's just what we do.
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It's just what we do.
Yeah it's just what we do