.Her blond hair blowin' in the warm wind,
Dirt road showin' where we'd been.
Throw it into "park" when it's gettin' dark,
Behind a bale of hay.
Listenin' to the rhythm of a pumpjack
Sippin' on a Coca Cola six-pack,
Swingin' our feet to the steady creak of that old tail gate.
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