| Wanna take a
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| (Ride)
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| Wanna pop a top and leave the past behind
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| (Ride)
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| A little country high, a little peace of mind
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| Wanna take a
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| (Ride)
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| A little back woods ride, cleanse my soul
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| So roll on, and roll on down them old river roads
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| I call, (I call) shotgun
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| A little less work and a lot more fun (Lot more fun)
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| Gallon jug of, moonshine (Moonshine)
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| Movin' slow-mo watch the time fly by
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| Hey, I know what you want to hear, but
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| I say it’s been a long damn year and
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| I’m afraid of what you might find
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| Gotta ride through the country
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| Just to ease my mind
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| No phone, (No phone) no calls (No calls)
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| Don’t worry about nothin'
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| Let your mind get lost
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| Gotta, tall truck, (Tall truck) tall trees (Tall trees)
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| When it gets too bad I can always leave
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| And find that spot where the time just stops
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| And the river right there if it gets too hot
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| So wild, (So wild) so free, (So free) it sounds just right to me
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| Wanna take a
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| (Ride)
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| Wanna pop a top and leave the past behind
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| (Ride)
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| A little country high, a little peace of mind
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| Wanna take a
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| (Ride)
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| A little back woods ride, cleanse my soul
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| So roll on, and roll on down them old river roads
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| If I could just scratch the week off for a minute
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| And all the bullshit that comes along with it
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| Maybe get a little gumbo stuck in the treads
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| And drop a little cricket in a big brim bed
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| Drinkin' my beer, singin' my song
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| Ridin' dirt roads, not much wrong with that
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| It get’s a little better with time
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| And time’s the only thing I know that betters the wine
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| I remember daddy sayin' never follow the signs
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| Just ride 'til every road is planted there in your mind
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| Pretty soon your daddy’s boy will be a one of a kind
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| Just kick back and roll to your favorite rhyme
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| Wanna take a
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| (Ride)
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| Wanna pop a top and leave the past behind
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| (Ride)
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| A little country high, a little peace of mind
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| Wanna take a
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| (Ride)
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| A little back woods ride, cleanse my soul
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| So roll on, and roll on down them old river roads
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| My problems, how they leavin'?
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| Kick back 'cause I know the reason
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| Got some, feelin’s up, (Feelin's up) not knowin' (Not knowin')
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| I don’t care about where I’m goin'
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| Keep drivin', (Drivin') no fear (Fear)
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| Riverbank I love it here (Love it here)
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| My mind is, so clear
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| Feel the breeze and taste the beer
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| Life can pull you in so many ways
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| I sit and reminisce 'bout them good old days
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| When the things were simple, and work was tough
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| When time sat still, never had to rush
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| You could, concentrate on the finer things
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| Like chillin' with the family on the front porch swing
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| When right at home is where you wanted to be
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| Now that sounds just right to me so
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| Wanna take a ride
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| Down them old river roads
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| Let me get that feelin' again
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| That country cleansin' my soul
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| Wanna take that ride
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| Even though nothin' has changed
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| I feel like wastin' my day
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| My problems driftin' away
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| (Ride), (Ride), (Ride), (Ride), (Ride) |