AARON WATSON Real Good Time Lyrics, singer by AARON WATSON
So cast away all our cares in the world, like a worm on a hook on a cane pole line,
Let your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time.
So honey lets find a little fun, make a little noise, throw a little sawdust on a hardwood floor,
wanna shine that buckle, while I�m holdin� you tight, on a good time lonestar Saturday night
Naw, don�t worry bout the preacher man, he used to play fiddle in a honkey tonk band.
I�ll have you there bright and early in the front row pew, Lord knows I love lovin on you
So cast away all our cares in the world, like a worm on a hook on a cane pole line,
Let your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time.
Call your Mama, tell her don�t wait. Leave the light on cause we�re gonna be late.
Gonna do it up right, Gonna shut the place down, Gonna find a highway a little ways from town,
Down a dirt road, past a windmill, round the pumpjack just over the hill,
there�s a tire swing hangin from a live oak tree, we can flip skinny dippin down in the creek
So cast away all our cares in the world, like a worm on a hook on a cane pole line,
Let your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time.
Girl let me love you, like its our last night, I wanna see the stars in your eyes,
Then make a little magic there in the moonlight, and top it off with a Texas sunrise.
So cast away all our cares in the world, like a worm on a hook on a cane pole line,
Let your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time.
So cast away all our cares in the world, like a worm on a hook on a cane pole line,
Let your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time.
Let your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time.
So honey lets find a little fun, make a little noise, throw a little sawdust on a hardwood floor,
wanna shine that buckle, while I�m holdin� you tight, on a good time lonestar Saturday night
Naw, don�t worry bout the preacher man, he used to play fiddle in a honkey tonk band.
I�ll have you there bright and early in the front row pew, Lord knows I love lovin on you
So cast away all our cares in the world, like a worm on a hook on a cane pole line,
Let your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time.
Call your Mama, tell her don�t wait. Leave the light on cause we�re gonna be late.
Gonna do it up right, Gonna shut the place down, Gonna find a highway a little ways from town,
Down a dirt road, past a windmill, round the pumpjack just over the hill,
there�s a tire swing hangin from a live oak tree, we can flip skinny dippin down in the creek
So cast away all our cares in the world, like a worm on a hook on a cane pole line,
Let your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time.
Girl let me love you, like its our last night, I wanna see the stars in your eyes,
Then make a little magic there in the moonlight, and top it off with a Texas sunrise.
So cast away all our cares in the world, like a worm on a hook on a cane pole line,
Let your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time.
So cast away all our cares in the world, like a worm on a hook on a cane pole line,
Let your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time.
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