| We are the black haired girls
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| With the streaks of red
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| And 10,000 sky-blue seats
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| In an open air shed
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| Hearin' that thunder bass drum kick
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| As the amplifiers scream
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| We are the neon midnight riders
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| On a field of broken dreams
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| Long as the good lords willin' and the creek don’t rise
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| Beer needs chillin' and the baby cries
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| Hearts get shot by Cupid’s arrow
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| The road to heaven is straight and narrow
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| Long as there’s sawdust on that old dance floor
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| And love still hides behind closed doors
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| Steel guitars keeps on ringin'
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| Waylon and Willie keep on singin'
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| If you can swing it, if you can sway it
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| You can bet we’ll keep on playin'
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| Long as the wheel in the sky still turns
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| We are country and western
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| Country and western
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| The sundress girls, in the cowboy boots
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| The Wall Street guy, with that Neil McCoy tattoo
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| The backroad Buck and Merle traditionalists
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| Whole lotta love and never been kissed
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| The storytellers, city dwellers
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| Four on the floor, with fine wine cellars
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| Spreadin' those blankets on the lawn
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| With a bucket of suds singin'
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| Long as the good lords willin' and the creek don’t rise
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| Beer needs chillin' and the baby cries
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| Hearts get shot by cupid’s arrow
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| The road to heaven is straight and narrow
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| Long as there’s sawdust on that old dance floor
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| And love still hides behind closed doors
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| Steel guitars keeps on ringin'
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| Waylon and Willie keep on singin'
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| If you can swing it, if you can sway it
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| You can bet we’ll keep on playin'
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| Long as the wheel in the sky still turns
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| We are country and western
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| We’re all country and western
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| We’re northern and southern
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| Sisters and brothers
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| Motor City down to Mississippi
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| Vegas lights to Atlantic City, yeah
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| Long as there’s sawdust on that old dance floor
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| And love still hides behind closed doors
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| Steel guitars keeps on ringin'
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| Waylon and Willie keep on singin'
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| If you can swing it, if you can sway it
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| You can bet we’ll keep on playin'
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| Long as the wheel in the sky still turns
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| We are country and western
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| Fiddle and strings in the boombox beat
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| We’re all country and western
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| Hip-hop flat tops and flip-flop feet
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| We’re all country and western
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| Two lane roads to the city streets
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| We’re all country and western
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| Makin' the bitter, baby, just a little more sweet
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| We are country and western |