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She puts her boots and bandana on |
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She has a hankerin' for Rolling Stones |
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She likes her vegetables home grown |
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A lot like the boy waiting out in the truck |
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She'll take a hill like Roosevelt |
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Holds up her pants with a bible belt |
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She cracks em up like the liberty bell |
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A whole lot of tender and a little bit tough |
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Ooo, ooo, ooo she's a little unusual |
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Ooo, ooo, ooo she's American beautiful |
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Well, he is a mutt with a pedigree |
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Sinatra junkie in a pair of jeans |
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He pays his dues in the land of the free |
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He says, why walk baby, we were born to run |
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Ooo, ooo, ooo he's a little unusual |
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Ooo, ooo, ooo he's American beautiful |
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Yeah yeah |
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I saw that girl in the mirror once |
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With a boy like that, in a cloud of dust |
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I think they look a lot like us |
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Cause we are, we are, we are |
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Ooo, ooo, ooo, we are a little unusual |
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Ooo, ooo, ooo, we are American beautiful |
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Yeah yeah |
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Ooo, ooo, ooo, we are a little unusual |
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Ooo, ooo, ooo, we are American, American, American beautiful |
