Everybody knows just where to goWhen there’s beer to getAnd everybody drives up that same old hillFor their first kissSongwriter: Lawhorn, JJAnd Old Man Wilson still don’t knowHis back field is the party spotWhen the sun goes down, These are my stomping groundsWhoa, these are my stomping groundsAll my buddies, they’ve been all marryin’Their high school sweetheartsAnd you ain’t got enough fingers
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