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You're such a sight in dashboard light You're an old forgotten photograph in shades of black and white Don't it feel alright? Well we got all night Ah your daddy's gone to Kingston bettin' on a rooster fight Oh bottoms up now darlin' let's get on back to town Well the bottoms aren't the kinda place you need to hang around Let's get on back to town Let's get on back to town And he's full of pride in a double wide Got the house and seven acres after his grand-daddy died And it's how you've been won't you come on in Go ahead pull up a stool it's good to see you all again Well bottoms up now darlin' let's get on back to town Well the bottoms aren't the kinda placе you need to hang around Let's get on back to town Let's gеt on back to town It's a coal black sky and the coonhounds cry Well the distant hunters shine their lights as they go passin' by And they're moving east through the bodark trees Well your old man he'd kill us both if he caught you here with me Well bottoms up now darlin' let's get on back to town Well the bottoms aren't the kinda place you need to hang around Let's get on back to town Let's get on back to town From Letras Mania