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I remember being young.Hell I think I still am. I was sittin' steady chillin' on the tailgateSippin' on a day old pint of that Tennessee bam-she-bam.That's the last thing I recall.Hell I heard I had a ball.I was sittin' sorta crooked stable staring at the stars,Overwhelmed at how many cars are parked at bars.Will this liquor make me sicker than we already are?Is this my calling?Am I falling?Is this what I need?[Chorus]It goes boom lights come flashing through the window pane.Lift my arms throw my spirit in the pouring rain.Should I start runnin'.I must be runnin' out of time.What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday Night?Can I get a cigarette?Fuma-Fuma pass it over I ain't got a lighterWhat I do is use the stova-stova.Take another shower.Wipe it over rover chofer comin in a half an hourThrough the back seat ain't called shotgun.Letras de cancionesDriver sittin crooked in the driver seat.Good God! Am I gonna die?Just another picture missing from the newspaper.See you later.Turn the funky radio up.Turn that radio up[Chorus]I'm bored talkin bout the night'Cause we all know Louisiana sets it up rightWith the band playin front stageNever made the front pageLivin off a dollar In the hopes I get a good wage.Shout out! Everybody clap.For the fine little girl in the second row back.With the blonde hair, mini-skirtNice legs, tight shirt,Sippin off a beer like a true baton rouge should act.[Chorus] From Letras Mania