headed down the highway, from a weekend of fun
head poundin real, real bad so I tell myself im done
no more drinkin beer is what i thought
i say no more smoke filled lungs spendin money i ain't got.
but i might as well shut my mouth cause it'll happen again
knockin back those ice cold beers with my friends.
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so untill i get tired and ready to go home
you can find my old pickup headed up and down that road
up interstate 35,45, or highway six
may not have no money boy but i got a book full of checks
got my two bags in the back a cooler and a few more things
radio up loud as hell singing with my boy pat green.
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the next thing i know i get a call from r.d.
sayin head up 45 for a party
now my foots through the floorboard headed to the next town
play a little bit of 42 to that good ole texas sound
maybe pitch a few washers through a game or two of shoes
it's been like this for most of our lives so boy don't be confused
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but we've been drinkin all night long and it's time to turn in
cause we got to get an early start and do it all over again.
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