| Where I come from, you’re considered rich
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| With a pond and a pole and a place to fish
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| And a shotgun
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| Ten bucks an hour and a sixty-hour week
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| Got a put a little back to put a pinch in your cheek
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| But it’s a job, son
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| Be glad you got one
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| A lot of work for little pay
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| So, we ain’t throwing it away
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| Spending that hard earned money
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| Feels something country
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| If you can’t get a ticket 'cause the cheap seats sold
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| Parking lot party where the beer’s as cold
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| And ooh, wow, perfect
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| And every dollar laid down is worth it
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| People all around, let me hear you shout
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| If you know what I’m talking about
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| Spending that hard earned money
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| Hard earned money
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| Two dollars worth of gas and we’re ready to go
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| Fishtail swerving down a gravel road
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| For a quarter mile
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| Cut-off shorts in a swimming hole
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| Red watermelon that’s ripe and cold
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| In the sunshine
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| Now, that’s a good time
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| We all know that life ain’t free
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| But we still get off pretty cheap
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| Spending that hard earned money
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| Feels something country
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| If you can’t get a ticket 'cause the cheap seats sold
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| Your parking lot party where the beer’s as cold
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| And it’s ooh, wow, perfect
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| And every dollar laid down is worth it
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| People all around, let me hear you shout
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| If you know what I’m talking about, come on
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| It don’t matter where you’re from
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| You can still find a little fun
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| Spending that hard earned money
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| To feel something country
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| If you can’t get a ticket 'cause the cheap seats sold
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| Your parking lot party where the beer’s as cold
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| And it’s ooh, wow, perfect
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| And every dollar laid down is worth it
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| People all around, let me hear you shout
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| If you know what I’m talking about
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| Spending that hard earned money
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| Hard earned money
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| We’ll be spending that hard earned money
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| Hard earned money |