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Trent Willmon Little More Livin

Followed us out to the lake, An' hell it didn't have to think about that too long. Skinny dippin' in the bright moonlight; Situation couldn't be more

doin' is livin' one drop at a time. So won't you come back, baby, Before I go an' lose my mind: Stop this Louisiana rain. All I'm doin' is livin' one

ground. If we could all spend a night in the ground. We might not just work an' slave, To an early grave. An' fill our lives up with a little more livin

wife, Who's prettier an' sweeter than mine. Now we're livin' his XRI Jacuzzi bath; Yeah, we just sit back in them bubbles an' laugh, While they're livin

Well, I'm laid up on a creek-bank, With a cold one in my hand. It's eighty-eight in the shade; I got the bait in an old tin can. An' ol' Blue's been

, but havin' said that: I wish you would come over, An' drink my best bottle of wine. If you can lay on my shoulder, An' I can lean on you just one more