Everybody knooows the devil went down to Florida
And everybody gooooes "Roll Tide" up in Georgia
And John Deere's are blue and the bluegrass ain't green
And John Cash ain't cool and George Strait ain't king
And boots ain't made for cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby
And all dogs go to hell
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Everybody knoows, girl, you're the one to blame
I ain't gotta say I'm sorry 'cause I wouldn't change a thing
Me and the boys are on the way to celebrate and paint this town
I ain't halfway across it, ain't halfway to your house
And boots ain't made for cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby
And all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh
And all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh
I swear I ain't on your front porch, ain't knocking on your front door
Ain't hat in hand, don't give a damn
And I, I don't love you anymore
(Bass guitar plays here)
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And boots ain't made for cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby
No, I don't miss you baby at all
N.C.
Oh, oh, oh
And all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh
And all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh
And all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh