Intro: A E F#m D
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In the little bitty towns between map dots
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We don't tailgate in a parking lot
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We bump down dirt roads in jacked up trucks
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Far from the bars and smoky night clubs
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We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
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We got a hundred blue cans
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Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
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George Strait blaring in a chevrolet
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We open up the doors wide and let it play
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We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
This ol? truck hood makes a pretty good seat
Got my feet on the bumper sipping on a drink
And not too long we?ll take it down to the creek
The ice cold water will set you free
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
George Strait blaring in a chevrolet
We open up the doors wide and let it play
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
My baby looks good in her little tank top
About 2am we go sneaking off
We got a spot beneath a cottonwood tree
She knows what she?s gonna do to me
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my truck
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We got a hundred blue cans
Sitting on ice in the back of my pickup truck
George Strait blaring in a chevrolet
We open up the doors wide and let it play
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We do it in a field
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up
We do it in a field rocking all night till the sun comes up