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Bright lights, big city
Late nights, no pity
Fast pace, better keep up
There's no such thing as too much

It's always, "Do this, try that,
Come on this is where it's at."
All I know is, man, I need me some of that

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Front-porch wisdom only Grandma can give
And some home-grown livin' way out in the styx
'Cause when it comes down to it, I know just who I am
You better believe I'm a small-town man

Verse 2
Gravel roads, rollin' hills
Fishin' holes, and home-cooked meals
Grab a plate, brother, eat up
There's no such thing as too much

Where it's, "Come on in,
And kick back."
All I know is, man, I need me some of that...

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BRIDGE
Now, I don't mind a few stop signs
But I'm trading in these city streets
When you're ten cars deep
At that traffic light
You think of me
'Cause I'll be out here gettin' some of that

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