| Sitting at a bar in New York City
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| Everybody here looking New York pretty
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| But you’re the kinda girl that’s got that something
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| Dancing to the groove like it just ain’t nothing
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| They ain’t never seen nothing quite like you
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| Long stem legs in your cowboy boots
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| Throwing back whiskey straight, no water
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| Girl there ain’t nothing hotter
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| Ooh, I dig the way that you move
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| You shake it down to your roots
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| Did your momma teach you how to do that thing you do
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| Yeah, nothing sweeter than wild
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| I’ll take a sip of that smile
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| I’ll bet the boys at home can’t leave you alone
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| You little homegrown honey, honey, honey
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| You’re so money, money, money
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| You got a country road Carolina soul
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| Baby you’re just so homegrown
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| Trying to think of something cool to say
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| Turned around and saw you walking my way
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| Pulled me on the floor saying «Son it’s on»
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| And we were dancing all night long
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| To a sweet old Alabama song
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| Ooh, I dig the way that you move
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| You shake it down to your roots
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| Did your momma teach you how to do that thing you do
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| Yeah, nothing sweeter than wild
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| I’ll take a sip of that smile
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| I’ll bet the boys at home can’t leave you alone
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| You little homegrown honey, honey, honey
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| You’re so money, money, money
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| You got a country road Carolina soul
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| Baby you’re just so homegrown
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| Ooh baby, baby, baby
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| You’re driving me crazy, crazy, crazy
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| I’m a long way away from where I’m from
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| But baby you feel like home
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| Ooh, I dig the way that you move
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| You shake it down to your roots
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| Did your momma teach you how to do that thing you do
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| Yeah, nothing sweeter than wild
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| I’ll take a sip of that smile
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| I’ll bet the boys at home can’t leave you alone
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| You little homegrown honey, honey, honey
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| You’re so money, money, money
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| You got a country road Carolina soul
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| Baby you’re just so homegrown
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| You’re so money, money, money
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| You got a country road Carolina soul
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| Baby you’re just so homegrown |