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It s All Lyrics

from Declaration of Independence

"It s All" is track #8 on the album Declaration of Independence.
"It s All" is track #8 on the album Declaration of Independence.

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Boom chicka boom boom boom
Boom chicka boom boom boom
Boom chicka boom boom boom
Boom chicka boom boom boom
Boom chicka boom boom boom

It's all headlights, it's all Friday nights,
It's all football, it's all hey y'all,
It's all muscle car, it's all sh*tty bar,
It's all honky-tonks, it's all badonkadonk,
Kadonk, kadonk, kadonk, kadonk.
It's all John Deere, it's all cold beer,
It's all Jim Bean, it's all home team,
It's all catfish, it's all cheese grits,
It's all cornfield, you know the deal.

Way out here where the time stands still,
From a holler in the hills to the middle of the field,
Where the planes fly over and the trains pass through
And there's nothing else to do but do what you do.
And holler, oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Boom chick boom boom boom
Boom chick boom boom boom
Boom chick boom boom boom

It's all big buck, it's all loud truck,
It's all coondog, we eat the whole hog,
It's all yes mam, it's all no sir,
It's all laid back, it's all hard work,
It's all have fun, it's get your bail run,
It's all knock down, it's all never run,
It's all American, it's all mainstream,
It's all granny's kitchen, there ain't no b*tchin'.

Way out here where the time stands still,
From a holler in the hills to the middle of the field,
Where the planes fly over and the trains pass through
And there's nothing else to do but do what you do.
And holler, oh oh oh, oh oh oh

It's all scoring, it's all blue jean,
It's all gun shoot, it's all work boot,
It's all Walmart, it's all car park,
It's all big dream, it's all broke heart,
It's all front porch, it's all rockin' chair,
It's all deep fried, it's all county fair,
It's all church crowd, it's all real loud,
It's all flag flyin', it's all damn proud.

Way out here where the time stands still,
From a holler in the hills to the middle of the field,
Where the planes fly over and the trains pass through
And there's nothing else to do but do what you do.
And holler, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
And holler, oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Boom chicka boom boom boom
Boom chicka boom boom boom
Boom chicka boom boom boom
Boom chicka boom boom boom...

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