by Confederate Railroad
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| Well I was raised a s | ophisticated kind of | style |
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| Yeah my taste in music & women drove my folks half | wild |
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| Mom & dad had a plan for me it was | Debutantes & | Celebraties |
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| But I | like my music & I | like my women | wild |
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| You shoulda seen the looks on the | faces of my dad & | mom |
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| When I showed up at the door with a date for the senior | prom |
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| They said pardon us son but she ain't no kid |
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| That's a cocktail waitress in a | Dolly Parton wig |
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| I said I know it dad, aint she | cool that's the kind I | dig |
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| Instrumenta; | Solo | D | A | D | A | E | A |
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| Well I like 'em sweet I like | em with a heart of | gold |
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| Yeah I like 'em brassy, I like 'em brazen & | bold |
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| They say | opposites attract, well I don't agree |
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| I want a woman just as | tacky as me |
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| Yeah I | like my women just a l | ittle on the trashy | side |
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| Yeah I | like my women just a l | ittle on the trashy s | ide |