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You feel the breeze Up in my Chevy pickup, 2003 Ain't got no windows, call it country AC Told my girl I'll fix it right So every Friday night Yeah, I'm working till it's light You best believe Only leather boots and denim jeans Got my degree But that don't mean I learned a single thing I'm from a small town you ain't seen on a map Where the tea still got some sugar and the ladies still got class So tell me Why the liquor's still inside the bottle Help me Pour it up until I'm seeing double You don't need To cut the whiskey with the bubbles, babe So don't leave Till you pour me that drink Built the SEMA truck to whip it down the street I brought the Ruger, we gon' shoot more than the breeze All these women love me, fish fear me, and the sound Of my bass boat with the 200 coming round So saddle on up, baby, this thing won't be getting stuck No, this ain't no squatted—watch your step 'cause this boy lifted up I can't think, better swim before I sink So grab that whiskey, baby, pour another drink You feel the breeze Up in my Chevy pickup, 2003 Ain't got no windows, call it country AC Told my girl I'll fix it right So every Friday night Yeah, I'm working till it's light You best believe Only leather boots and denim jeans Got my degree But that don't mean I learned a single thing I'm from a small town you ain't seen on a map Where the tea still got some sugar and the ladies still got class So tell me Why the liquor's still inside the bottle Help me Pour it up until I'm seeing double You don't need To cut the whiskey with the bubbles, babe So don't leave Till you pour me that drink So pour me another one Going through shots like a double pump I got my beer in my left Empty in my right So I need to double cup Yeah, might as well double up My head is spinning like double dutch All of my fellas come with a caution Morgan Wallen Dangerous One-two stepping till the moon gets drunk And falls out the sky like a headshot buck All the ladies went home, me and the fellas got stuck So pour another drink, 'bout to turn this bar up You feel the breeze Up in my Chevy pickup, 2003 Ain't got no windows, call it country AC Told my girl I'll fix it right So every Friday night Yeah, I'm working till it's light You best believe Only leather boots and denim jeans Got my degree But that don't mean I learned a single thing I'm from a small town you ain't seen on a map Where the tea still got some sugar and the ladies still got class So tell me Why the liquor's still inside the bottle Help me Pour it up until I'm seeing double You don't need To cut the whiskey with the bubbles, babe So don't leave Till you pour me that drink