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Me and my crew, we're the wickedest ting
New talk on road, the wickedest ting
The weed that we smoke, the wickedest ting
Gal dem know it's,

Barefoot Blue Jean Night

Jake Owen

Barefoot Blue Jean Night

2011

A full moon shinin' bright
Edge of the water, we were feelin' alright
Back down a country road
The girls are always hot, and the beer is ice cold

So many dead ends, but I still commence
I'm on this middle road
Been living on the fence
I gotta get up, coz I been on the bench
Another spring fling

left-right-left, right-left-right
All of a sudden, she stops in the middle
Frozen in place by a pair of headlights

It's anyone's guess what then happened next

Everyone thinks it's the liver
Witnesses see the legs are first to go
Hence we found you buckled
In the middle of that road
Oh you claimed the cause

After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in

Backyard, half-chared ribs on a rack 
Back-road running, getting dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack 
Everywhere we go, we go

Intro

Big Rube

Kinfolk

2006

The goal is for all grown-ups to be sat upon by true kings

All pretenders must fall into the phantoms of they own character fall, 
But as long as we

on the road on the chase for the money game

Guided by these rules that we've created in society
If you ain't got status then you'll need the popularity
Money

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bible by the bed, double barrel by the door
Chickens on the rooftop, hickory on the floor, oh-oh
Down a little dirt

Middle of the Busiest Road

The Badlees

Up There Down Here

1999

'em if you have to with a bow
Leave 'em proud and prominent 
In the middle of the busiest road"

A stripper picked me up one night 
Down

Art museum trips under the stars
Forgetting where we parked the car
Walked corners, high as the sky 
Pink clouds pass us by 
Art museum trips under

you can be cold
You can be many colors
You know but some of these guys
They got that road voice and that's it
You know I want characterism
You know into

Follow what my soul do
Heard you think the world done
Allat shit is old news
I'm all by myself now
Nigga, so I can't cry
Tryna do the right things
Always

at the door. I'll take you through the back
Hit masses with mathematic anomalies
Trip em pick a pickup pick em up and they're onto me
Ay yo say hey take a road

to meet you again
Taking painkillers
At a business dinner

Surrounded by the show
Of a dozen midlife crises in advanced state
Just sad old pretenders
Return

Fighting and remaining against this sad road we must drive
Thinking you are protected by the impunity you have
The mighty Fist Law soon will be your

a sell on 6 mile by the Laundry-mat
One Brunette the other one is blonde serve em loud packs out The black Milan
Stay being corners I been on Some next

lax as shit
Good forgives and I'm just practicing
Not on this planet by accident
Maybe if the freaking plastic slipped
She had me gripped in her massive

a new year
Feel like we conquered everything
We need a new fear

Yeah
Let's do one more
Hit a couple more angles

Ay
Realizations by countless plenties
In

Fly on the wings of your broken messiah
He has been planning while he's standing alone
While your hope has been tarnished by all you desire
Well this

of confusion
It's all good man, it's all good
You can keep your dirty cash

I'm on the road to no surrender
No weak links and no pretenders
It's all good man,

in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my

Some pretenders
Most be worshipping satan
Too afraid to speak up
Industry be complacent
We don't want no more
Tell Oliver Twist back off
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