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There's sweet lines in the brims of all our ball caps Copenhagen and a Red Bull in our trucks Was the same blue jeans each night Hit the porch and start a light And at six am we're up and on the run There's a truck bed full of beer cans and two knuckles full of scars There's some good ol' boys that got your back down at the local bar If your best friend is the only one that's allowed to whip your ass And the only one that you could ever trust You're one of us We can sing you ever George Strait song from '80 to '95 We might drunk dial that old girlfriend after poker Friday night Never run for public office 'cause that means we'd have to lie We may look intimidatin' but you want us on you side There's a truck bed full of beer cans and two knuckles full of scars There's some good ol' boys that got your back down at the local bar If your best friend is the only one that's allowed to whip your ass And the only one that you could ever trust You're one of us You're one of us If there's a Bible on your nightstand and some demons in your past If there's a girl from you high school and you keen to get her back If your boys just let it go 'cause when you said it you were drunk If a business meetin' is the tailgate of your truck Then you're one of us You're one of us From Letras Mania