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We go way out where there ain’t nobody, We turn this cornfield into a party
Pedal to the floorboard end up in a four door burning up the backroad song.
Park it and we pile out, baby watch your step down, Better have your boots on.
Kick the dust up,
Back it on up,
Fill your cup up,
Let’s tear it up up
And kick the dust up.