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Gretchen Wilson All Jacked Up

k I know this may come as a shock.. But this here's a full time job Well I'm takin' a vacation I could use a little fun I'll be sippin' on the silence And soaking up

world Ain'tafraid to eat fried chicken and dirty dance to Merle Ain't you glad we ain't all California girls Ain't you glad we ain't all California girls

Four players, one microphone, one voice, one take Good morning heartache, you old gloomy site Good morning heartache Thought we said goodbye last

I stood behing that bar till closing time I served cold beer, warm whiskey, and Rotgut Wine Now I'm up here on the stage Everybody knows my name And

m for the flag And I'm for the working man Me and Ol' hag I'm just one of many who can't get no respect Politically Uncorrect I guess my opinion is all

I've been chasing rainbows all my life Still haven't found that pot of gold I send my prayers to heaven every night Just close my eyes and let them go

't afraid to eat fried chicken and dirty dance to Merle Ain't you glad we ain't all California girls? Ain't you glad we ain't all California girls? Ain

I stood behind that bar till closing time I served cold beer, warm whiskey and Rotgut wine Now I'm up here on the stage, everybody knows my name And I

I've been chasing rainbows all my life Still haven't found that pot of gold Send my prayers to heaven every night Just close my eyes and let 'em go Seems