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County Line
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Sam Hunt
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(Ooh, ooh, ah) Bright red Solo cups layin' in the yard Got a dog named Billy sleepin' underneath the car, ayy Jimmy shootin' whiskey, Johnny shootin' at the stars, uh "Sweet Home Alabama" on an out-of-tune guitar, ayy '88 Chevy with some rust on it (Skrrt) Who done brought the bottle with the dust on it? (Yeah) Cinder blocks holdin' up them whips (Up them whips), uh BMX bikes with the grips (With the grips) I went to high school with half of these heaters And it's a small town, ain't nobody leavin' Yeah, it's a rough crowd, but they're my kind of people We goin' all out, we don't need a reason to Turn up, get down Clock in, clock out Work hard, play loud Everybody do what they want, all night Too much, just right That's us, that's life, uh Livin' on the county linе (Ooh, ooh, ah) Livin' on the county line Grandma smokin' cigarettеs, she just got out of jail, uh Grandpa got a girlfriend and he told me not to tell, uh Preacher on the corner say we all gon' go to hell Everybody got their secrets, we don't keep 'em to ourselves We drinkin' water from the tap, blowin' the unemployment check Don't got no shirt up on our backs, only a cross around our necks We don't sugarcoat nothin' (Nah), we say it with our chest I bring home the bacon, let Mama do the rest I went to high school with half of these heaters And it's a small town, ain't nobody leavin' Yeah, it's a rough crowd, but they're my kind of people We goin' all out, we don't need a reason to Turn up, get down Clock in, clock out Work hard, play loud Everybody do what they want, all night Too much, just right That's us, that's life, uh Livin' on the county line (Ooh, ooh, ah) Livin' on the county line (Ooh, ooh, ah) Livin' on the county line We like thirty from the Kroger and a hour from the mall Throwin' parties in the summer, throwin' touchdowns in the fall If we need a little somethin' somethin', we know who to call We don't gotta see the world, we already seen it all I went to high school with half of these heaters And it's a small town, ain't nobody leavin' Yeah, it's a rough crowd, but they're my kind of people We goin' all out, we don't need a reason to Turn up, get down Clock in, clock out Work hard, play loud Everybody do what they want, all night Too much, just right That's us, that's life, uh Livin' on the county line (Ooh, ooh, ah) (Ooh, ooh, ah) I got county lines though I'm towny vibes I got hella cousins on the southern side I got family ties with some scary guys I got rowdy friends, but I handle mine I be outta trouble for the most part Big heart if you search hard I be out late every so often But I'm in the pew when the church starts
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