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Well Daisy Duke peek-a-boo
I might have learned a thing or two
On a Friday night joyride
Out there on the county line
Drag racing till the blue lights chase us
And we scatter like sparks from a black cat feud
Train bridge where we spray pink skinner
And the gold flakes glimmer in the cinnamon booth
We were living every minute of the night
Like there might never be another
We were running all the caution lights
We were learning to fly with a little tail gunner
If there was something to burn, we were burning it
Anything with a curve, we were turning it
Just wildfires out there under
The hell-raising heat of the summer
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Alabama on the Alpine
Bust a cap on a deer sign
Little backseat butterfly
Homegrown angel that'll get you high
That'll get you high
We were living every minute of the night
Like there might never be another
We were running all the caution lights
We were learning to fly with a little tail gunner
If there was something to burn, we were burning it
Anything with a curve, we were turning it
Just wildfires out there under
The hell-raising heat of the summer
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Yeah, I see clearer in the rearview mirror
Than I ever did looking out over the hood
Yeah, man, we had some damn good times
And I sure hope everybody's doing good
We were living every minute of the night
Like there might never be another
We were running all the caution lights
We were learning to fly with a little tail gunner
If there was something to burn, we were burning it
Anything with a curve, we were turning it
Just wildfires out there under
The hell-raising heat of the summer
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The hell-raising heat of the summer
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The hell-raising heat of the summer
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