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Varsity Redneck Letter


He was wearin’ number ten tearin’ up the astroturf
I was in the stands in my camo pants in my cut-off Skynyrd shirt                          
Watchin’ my dreamgirl cheerin’ on the sidelines
Knowin’ she’s his and wishin’ she’s mine 
Feelin’ every shake of them pom poms
My heart just beatin’ like a tom tom

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He was throwin’ footballs and I was blowin’ duck calls 
He was makin end runs I was hookin big ones reeling like an all-star 					
He was the cool…I was the rebel 
He had the moves…but I had the pedal to the floor like girl there ain’t nothin’ better
Than a boy with a varsity redneck letter

It was four long years ’til I got my chance
I was ridin on my Deere on my way back home from the senior dance
They had the hood popped up, he was cussin’ at the engine
She was lookin’ at me, like boy come and get me
We told him that we’d send a tow trucker 
And, oh, for the rest of that summer

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He was throwin’ footballs and we were blowin’ duck calls 
He was makin end runs we were hookin big ones feeling like all-stars 					
He was the cool I was the rebel 
He had the moves but I had the pedal to the floor like girl there ain’t nothin’ better
Than a boy with a varsity redneck letter…woohoo, woohoo

So, I won her heart that summer
And I still got her
And I wonder if the dude ever wondered if he chewed if he had a big truck if he learned how to hunt
Yeah he could throw a ball a little bit better
But you don’t get no varsity redneck letter

Throwin’ footballs gotta learn to blow duck calls
He was makin end runs I was hookin big ones realin like an all-star 					
He was the cool I was the rebel 
He had the moves but I had the pedal to the floor like girl there ain’t nothin’ better
Than a boy with a varsity redneck letter…woohoo, woohoo



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