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Kevin

I wanna feel you, I wanna squeeze you I wanna feel you, I wanna squeeze you I wanna feel you, I wanna squeeze you I wanna feel you, I wanna squeeze you

So the air is getting colder and the news keeps us scared I still wrestle this summer from the bones of our tired and blistered hands 'Cause tonight

So bartender set me up with the triple crown Double ain't enough when I'm feelin' this down I'll celebrate the misfortune I've found With my own version

I was young and single Glad that i was free Had my whole life ahead There was nothing stoppin me Headed out to Vegas, me and all my friends Just

My truck has a rebel flag and a rifle rack There's a case or two of empty cans blowin' in the back Yeah I got an eight point buck strapped across the

Dog-tired Yeah, I'm wired Uptight-er than an a-string About to break Tail-draggin' A little ragged Hangin' by a thread That's startin' to fray Just

Made of with a light bill that hasn't been paid And I've had a month or one of those days And I've heard ya gotta take the good with the bad Seems like

They keep tellin us stayin out all night long Is just plain bad for your health Drinkin beer all the time, cheap wine and whiskey Is the same thing as

I've been goin' out every night havin' a ball Comin' home about a quarter to two Oh you said that you'd be leavin' If you didn't start seein' A change