Well, I'm from the country baby, just blowed into your great big town
Well, I'm from the country baby, just blowed up into your great big town
Don't try to hind-side me baby, 'cause I know what you've been putting down
Well, you know I know you baby, you're from Oke-She-Moke-She-Pop
Yes, you know I know you baby, you from Oke-She-Moke-She-Pop
Well, it ain't no city, honey, just a little old whistle stop
Oh, now you remember, please don't hold me so tight
Say, now you remember, baby, please don't hold me so tight
You know we standing on the corner and it might not look just right
Been a long time, since I carried your books to school
Yeah, it's been a long time, baby, since I carried your books to school
We used to have so much fun riding home on grandpa's mule
Now, jump into my Roadmaster baby, this time we're ain't going to ride in class
Yes, jump into my Roadmaster baby, this time ain't going to ride to class
We gonna talk about the future and forget about the past
Gonna run smooth, baby, V-8 too
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