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Flag waving, hell raising, whiskey drinking son of a bitch
Finger waving, stomp your ass right in the ditch (c'mon)
Twelve-pack, racked with a guage
Bumper-sticker tailgate says goddamn right I'm American made
Earned what I got ain't nothing you can say
Outlaw, living on the stage, 'nother hotel, 'nother city and state
Renegade, with a road to pave, rest when I'm dead, sleep in my grave
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Feel the thunder on the pavement, I'm smoking down the road
I hear that old saying, well, he's after my soul
I put my past and fear to rest, I left em all behind
Like the ashes from my cigarette as they blow into the night