Intro:
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I remember being young.
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Hell I think i still am.
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I was sittin steady chillin on the tailgate
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Sippin on a day old pint of that Tennessee bam-she-bam.
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That's the last thing I recall.
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Hell I heard I had a ball.
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I was sittin sorta crooked stable staring at the stars,
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Overwelmed at how many cars are parked at bars.
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Will this liquor make me sicker than we already are?
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Is this my calling?
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Am I falling?
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Is this what I need?
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It goes boom lights come flashing through the window pane.
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Let my arms throw my spirit in the pouring rain.
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Said thats alright.
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I must be runnin out of time.
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What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday Night?
Solo:
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Verse:
Can i get a cigarette?
Fuma-Fuma pass it over I ain't got a lighter
What I do is use the stova-stova.
Take another shower.
Wipe it over rover chofer comin in a half an hour
Through the back seat ain't called shotgun.
Driver sittin crooked in the driver seat.
Good God! Am I gonna die?
Just another picture missing from the newspaper.
See you later.
Turn the funky radio up.
Chorus
Verse:
I'm bored talkin bout the night
Cuz we all know Louisiana sets it up right
With the band playin front stage
Never made the front page
Livin off a dollar
In the hopes I get a good wage.
Shout out!Everybody clap.
For the fine little girl in the second row back.
With the blonde hair, mini-skirt
Nice legs, tight shirt,
Sippin off a beer like a true baton rouge should act.
Chorus