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Dylan Scott
Dylan Scott
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Alex Wright
Alex Wright
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Curt Gibbs
Curt Gibbs
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Darrick Cline
Darrick Cline
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Garrett Cline
Garrett Cline
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Logan Robinson
Logan Robinson
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Matt Alderman
Matt Alderman
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Scotty Sanders
Scotty Sanders
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Dylan Scott
Dylan Scott
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Matthew Alderman
Matthew Alderman
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Cole Taylor
Cole Taylor
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Matt Alderman
Matt Alderman
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Curt Gibbs
Curt Gibbs
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Matthew Alderman
Matthew Alderman
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Jim Ed Norman
Jim Ed Norman
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Craig White
Craig White
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David Bates
David Bates
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John Denosky
John Denosky
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Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
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Matt Alderman
Matt Alderman
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Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
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It ain't New York City And it ain't L.A. We ain't got no rooftop bars Like they do on Broadway It's just a little town square, middle of nowhere Ain't even big enough to be a map dot We ain't got a lot but we sure do a lot With the little bit that we got We got a little somethin'-somethin' we can throw on ice Find us somewhere that we can drink it while the moon's up high With your girl and your boys by a fire making noise In a field on a Friday night We got some George Strait songs that we turn up loud Livin' it up 'til the sun comes back around Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do In this nothing-to-do town? Yeah, our way of living, no it ain't complicated Don't knock it 'til you try it, yeah, you might not hate it Around here, we work and we play, cuss and we pray And at the end of a long, hard day We got a little somethin'-somethin' we can throw on ice Find us somewhere that we can drink it while the moon's up high With your girl and your boys by a fire making noise In a field on a Friday night We got some Brooks and Dunn songs that we turn up loud Livin' it up 'til the sun comes back around Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do In this nothing-to-do town? It's just a little town square, middle of nowhere Ain't even big enough to be a map dot We ain't got a lot but we sure do a lot With the little bit that we got We got a little somethin'-somethin' we can throw on ice Find us somewhere that we can drink it while the moon's up high With your girl and your boys, by a fire making noise In a field on a Friday night We got some Tim McGraw songs that we turn up loud Livin' it up 'til the sun comes back around Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do In this nothing-to-do town? Our little nothing-to-do town
Writer(s): Dylan Scott Robinson, John Cole Taylor, Matt James Alderman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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