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Techno and tequila. Techno and tequila. Techno and tequila. Techno and tequila. I can't even see ya. Techno and te. ♪. Techno and tequila. I really wanna feel ya. ♪. Techno and tequila. I can't even s
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Uh, okay, we're going to do a new song then. It's about a man named, uh. Morgan Davis, Morgan. Morgan left the house to get some Cream of Wheat. And came back with a little bit more. All right
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Heaven Must Have Sent You. Written by Steve Morgan. Heaven Must Have Sent You. Steve Morgan. --------------. Heaven must have sent
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Song Maybe Not Tonight - Sammy Kershaw, Lorrie Morgan. You don't touch me anymore. You never say the words I love you. You just sit behind your paper. The silence cuts me like a razor . I'm gonna
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Verse 1 Morgan Wallen. She'll set the field on fire just cuttin' across a pasture. She'll have you fallin' for it all and then leave right after. And she got a cold heart but she got a warm smile
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Song That'S What I Love About Sunday - Craig Morgan. Raymond's in his Sunday best. He's usually up to his chest in oil and grease. There's the Martin's walkin' in. With that mean little freckle
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Song Some Gave All - Billy Ray Cyrus, Craig Morgan, Jamey Johnson, Darryl Worley. I knew a man, called him Sandy Kane. Few folks even knew his name. But a hero, yes, was he. Left a boy, came back
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I was raised in the sticks. That's where I get my kicks. Tailgatin' with my buddies. Boots and dog and tires all muddy Cold drinks chillin' in the creek. Gods green earth for my sink. I feel at h
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You can see it from the river to the top of White Pine Ridge. Burnin' like a summer sun, a bunch of rednecks gettin' half lit. There's mud-covered trucks and SUV's crankin' out Hank and AC/DC At the
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You can see it from the river to the top of White Pine Ridge. Burnin' like a summer sun, a bunch of rednecks gettin' half lit. There's mud-covered trucks and SUV's crankin' out Hank and AC/DC At the
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I was raised in the sticks. That's where I get my kicks. Tailgatin' with my buddies. Boots and dog and tires all muddy Cold drinks chillin' in the creek. Gods green earth for my sink. I feel at h
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Work like a pawn and you have no pay to get. All day long. Work like a fool and they're takin' on what's good. All day long Boys are girls are in the streets. Seeking work, yeah, in the heat. No
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