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bye bye baby i’m leaving
you can keep your mansion and your money
your boat and your bands and your uptown friends
and your country club that ain’t really country
i need a little down home lovin’
and a man ain’t gonna get it up here
i’ll find what i want in a honky-tonk
i like girls that drink beer

you bought me a black tie suit and i ain’t wearin’ it
can’t be seen in that thing in my lariat
ain’t goin’ down to the ball in your chariot
this high rise life just ain’t for me

bye bye baby i’m leaving
now you can keep your mansion and your money
your boat and your bands and your uptown friends
and your country club that ain’t really country
i need a little down home lovin’
and a man ain’t gonna get it up here
hey i’ll find what i want in a honky-tonk
i like girls that drink beer

there’s a two lane black tap road and i’ma hitting it
skinner back sun, let her fly just to get me there
find me a little hot spot and just sit in it
giving me a mug of that ice cold brew
get me a girl that’s got one too

bye bye baby i’m leaving
now you can keep your mansion and your money
your boat and your bands and your uptown friends
and your country club that ain’t really country
i need a little down home lovin’
and a man ain’t gonna get it up here
hey i’ll find what i want in a honky-tonk
i like girls that drink beer

hey i need a little down home lovin’
and a man ain’t gonna get it up here
i’ll find what i want in a honky-tonk
i like girls that drink beer
yeah i’ll find what i want in a honky-tonk
i like girls that drink beer

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Now red solo cup is the best receptacle
From barbecues, tailgates, fairs and festivals
And you sir do not have a pair of testicles
If you prefer drinkin' from glass

Hey red solo cup is cheap and disposable
In fourteen years they are decomposable
And unlike my home they are not foreclosable
Freddie, man, can kiss my ass, woo!

Red solo cup, I fill you up
Let's have a party, let's have a party
I love you red solo cup, I lift you up,
Proceed to party, proceed to party

Now I really love how you easily stack
But I really hate how you're easy to crack
Cause when beer runs down, in front of my pack
Well, that, my friends, is quite yucky

But I have to admit that the ladies get smitten
Admirin' at how sharply my first name is written
On you with a Sharpie when I get to hittin'
On them, to help me get lucky

Red solo cup, I fill you up
Let's have a party, let's have a party
I love you red solo cup, I lift you up,
Proceed to party, proceed to party

Now I've seen you in blue and I've seen you in yellow
But only you red were good for this fellow
Cause you are the Abbott into my Costello
And you are the Fruit to my Loom

Red solo cup, you're more than just plastic
More than amazing, you're more than fantastic
And believe me that I'm not the least bit sarcastic
When I look at you and say:
"Red solo cup, you're not just a cup (No, no, God no)
You're my friend, yea (Lifelong)
Thank you for being my friend"

Red solo cup, I fill you up
Let's have a party, let's have a party
I love you red solo cup, I lift you up,
Proceed to party, proceed to party
[repeat]

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my old man's that old man,
spent his life livin' off the land,
dirty hands, and a clean soul.
breaks his heart seein' foreign cars,
filled with fuel that isn't ours
and wearin' cotton he didn't grow

he's got the red, white, and blue flyin' high on the farm
semper fi tattooed on his left arm
spends a little more at the store for a tag in the back that says u.s.a.
won't buy nothin' that he can't fix,
with wd40 and a craftsman wrench
he ain't prejudice he's just, made in america

his wife, she's that wife that decorates on the 4th of july
but says "every day's independence day"
she's golden rule, teaches school,
some folks say it isn't cool but she says the pledge of allegiance anyway.

got the red, white, and blue flyin' high on the farm
semper fi tattooed on his left arm
spends a little more at the store for a tag in the back that says u.s.a.
won't buy nothin' that he can't fix,
with wd40 and a craftsman wrench
he ain't prejudice he's just, made in america

born in the heartland, raised up a family
of king james and uncle sam

got the red, white, and blue flyin' high on the farm
semper fi tattooed on his left arm
spends a little more at the store for a tag in the back that says u.s.a.
won't buy nothin' that he can't fix,
with wd40 and a craftsman wrench
he ain't prejudice he's just, made in america

made in america
made in america

my old man's that old man,
he's made in america

america!

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just a girl born in dixie, washed in the blood
and raised on the banks of the mississippi mud
she alway had a thing about fallin' in love with a bad boy

yeah, they could see it all comin' but her daddy never dreamed
she'd grow up that fast, you know what i mean
the way a girl gets when she turns seventeen
kinda crazy

she's a rebel child and a preacher's daughter
she was baptized in dirty water
her mama cried the first time they caught her with me
they knew they couldn't stop her
she holds tight, me and the bible on the back seat of my motorcycle
left her daddy standin' there preachin' to the choir, you see
god love her
oh, me and god love her!

she kissed he mama goodbye, said i'll be sure 'n phone ya
she called her from a truck stop in tucson arizona
with amazing grace, we made california line

and then my gypsy life started takin' its toll
and the fast lane got empty and out of control
and just like an angel she saved my soul from the devil

she's a rebel child and a preacher's daughter
she was baptized in dirty water
her mama cried the first time they caught her with me
they knew they couldn't stop her
she holds tight, me and the bible on the back seat of my motorcycle
left her daddy standin' there preachin' to the choir, you see
god love her
oh, me and god love her!

she holds tight, me and the bible on the back seat of my motorcycle
left her daddy standin' there preachin' to the choir, you see
god love her
me and god love her!
god love her
me and god love her!

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