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zuò cí : Fitch, Hennessy |
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Big man, big hands |
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Strong back, strong mind |
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Golden glove, at 16 |
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Good looking like Steve McQueen |
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I' m dumb, He' s mad |
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I push to fight |
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He says, " Let' s go" |
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I said, " All right" |
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Hey, I said, " Okay" |
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Yeah, Poppa bought a pickup truck |
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With bottle tops and that' s enough |
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A beat up piece of Chevrolet |
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Blue and white rustin' away |
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Aww, still we ride |
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Yeah, just father and son |
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Small child, front seat |
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Mouth in dad' s ear |
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As they drive that truck |
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In the night, in the night |
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Looking up at the night |
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Through dark windshields |
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Buster Browns won' t reach |
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I ask to drive |
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And he says, " Okay" |
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Well, Papa bought a pick up truck |
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With bottle tops and that' s enough |
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A beat up piece of Chevrolet |
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Blue and white rustin' away |
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Aw, still we ride |
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Yeah, just father and son |
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Cool Hand says, " I' m a man who can eat fifty eggs" |
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And, " Sayin' it' s your job, don' t make it, make it right" |
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We laugh, we cry |
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We say, " That' s right" |
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He says, " Let' s drive" |
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We say, " All right" |
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Yeah, we said, " Okay" |
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Papa says, " Let' s go for a ride" |
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" Oh, We' ll grab a bite to eat" |
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" Hell boy, might even let you drive" |
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I said, " Hey pop, oh, turn up the radio" |
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" Aw, ' cause that' s my favorite song" |
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" Hey, that' s my favorite song" |
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As we went along |
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Oh, roll down your window |
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As we went along |
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Yeah, just father and son |
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Hey, just like we were |
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Yeah, a father and son |
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Hey Papa, " Dairy Queen sounds good to me" |
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And Papa, " Pull off here, I' ve got to take a leak" |
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And Papa, " You' re gonna have to kill me, to keep me down" |
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And Papa, you laugh when I say, |
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" Move it up here, Dragline" |
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Oh, Dragline |