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Well I hear a song played in Iowa
Man I don’t know if I can give it up (oh, oh)
And I stared that snake right between his eyes
Lord knows everybody their lies (hey, hey)
And it’s nobody’s fault…
And I’m still saying Americana
Come on pretty baby well I know that you wanna go (go, go)
Don’t treat me bade, don’t treat me good
Lord please baby treat me like you should (oh, oh)
And it’s nobody’s fault…
Well black top mama come and feed me some
Bullets on my nightstand right beside my gun (hey, hey)
Well I take my time mighty fast
Store bought wisdom right out my flask (oh, oh)
And it’s nobody’s fault…
Well I busted on the straight right around the road
Boys gone crazy with the stories he’s told (oh, oh)
And I heard a song played in Iowa
Man I don’t know if I can give it up
And it’s nobody’s fault…
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