I pulled up to a cattle guard Got out, opened up the gate I drove down a long dirt road To the banks of an old two- acre lake They had bonfires and barbwire Fresh-caught catfish in the deep fryer I jumped out my truck and said, it's on And everybody sang Hey ya'll, break out the beer, turn the skynyrd on Hey ya'll, how ya doin'? Whatcha doin'? Hey ya'll, we ain't leavin' 'til they call the law Hey ya'll, hey ya'll, come on A cloud of dust came rollin' in Blue lights flashin', there were ten of them Sheriff harper and all his boys Said all they had to do was just follow the noise He dropped his gun, and then his star Reached in his cruiser, pulled out his guitar Said officer, what have we done wrong? He just smiled at me a said, nothin at all, singin' Hey ya'll break out the beer, turn the skynyrd on Hey ya'll whatcha doin? how ya' doin? Hey ya'll crank it up, we ain't never goin' home Hey ya'll , Hey ya'll watch this See that girl over there lookin' fine Well, I betcha by morning I can make her mine Everybody sang Hey ya'll , break out the beer, turn the skynyrd on Hey ya'll watcha doin'? Baby, how'm I doin? Hey ya'll, we ain't leavin' til the law goes home Hey ya'll, hey ya'll, come on
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