Gettin’ Right

[Verse 1]
I got some Black Label Jack in a brown paper sack in the console. Got a twelve pack in the back in my oil field camo cooler, got it ice cold. I've been fourteen gone, I'm finally back home. There ain't but one thing that I wanna do, is get down where the river bends on the sandbar with my friends and drown these roughneck blues

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Drop the gate on the truck, turn the radio on. Everybody's yellin, "Turn it up, that's my song." Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank, top it off with a little Frank and when the sun falls out of sight, you can bet your boots we gonna throw back a few tonight. Cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting right

[Verse 2]
You got some pretty southern women dancing around in their bare feet. And these two piece tan-lines showing in the sunshine are killing me. And these seven dollar shades are worth every dime I paid cause they're hiding my wondering eyes. I spend my hard-earned money on these hicktown honeys. Y'all welcome to the good life

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[Bridge]
All we wanna do is have us a good time. A little whiskey, a little beer, a little bit of that apple pie moonshine

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