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I pulled up to a cattle yard.
Got on out opened up the gate.
I drove down the long dirt road
To the banks of an old 2 acre lake.
We had bon fires and barbed wire,
Fresh caught catfish in the deep fryer.
I jumped out my truck and I said its on.
And everybody sang Hey yall.
Break out the beer turn the Skynyrd on.
Hey yall how ya doin, what ya doin?
Hey yall, we aint leavin till they call the law.
Hey yall, hey yall
Hey yall come on.
A cloud of dust came rolling in.
Blue lights flashin there were 10 of them.
Sheriff Hopper and all of his boys
Said all they had to do was just follow the noise.
He dropped his gun and then his star.
Reached in his cruiser pulled out his guitar.
I said officer what have we done wrong?
He just smiled and me and said nothing at all.
Singing hey yall.
Break out the beer turn the Skynyrd on.
Hey yall, what ya doin how ya doing?
Hey yall, crank it up, we aint never going home.
Hey yall, hey yall, hey yall watch this.
See that girl over there looking fine.
Well I bet you by morning I can make her mine.
And everybody sang Hey yall.
Break out the beer turn the Skynyrd on.
Hey yall, what you doing? Baby howm I doing?
Hey yall, we aint leaving till the law goes home.
Hey yall, hey yall, hey yall come on.
Hey yall, hey yall, hey yall.