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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeHooked On It
First time I tied a plastic wormAnd felt him on the other endIt was get the net, get him in the boatYeah buddy, I was hooked on itFirst time I heard chattahoocheeOn the speakers of my radioI was topping off the tankOn my old tune tone itI was hooked on itHooked on the feeling of a summer in the southHooked on the dust flying up from a plowHooked on them blue eyes, hair falling downHooked on her then, still hooked on her nowSo many things where I grew upOnce you get a little, you can't get enoughThis small town life runs through my bloodAnd I'm hooked on itThe first time I got that gulf coastWhite sugar sand on my feetSaw the sunshine dancingOn that clear blue waterI was hooked on itFirst time I pulled me a long neckBottle from the bottom of a bucket of iceAs soon as that cold beer hit my lipsI was hooked on itHooked on the feeling of a summer in the southHooked on the dust flying up from a plowHooked on them blue eyes, hair falling downHooked on her then, still hooked on her nowSo many things where I grew upOnce you get a little, you can't get enoughThis small town life runs through my bloodAnd I'm hooked on itCome on!Like a friday payday honky tonk buzzI gotta have a little more of it just becauseI keep coming back to the good stuff'cause I'm hooked on itHooked on the feeling of a summer in the southHooked on the dust flying up from a plowHooked on them blue eyes, hair falling downHooked on her then, still hooked on her nowSo many things where I grew upOnce you get a little, you can't get enoughThis small town life's all in my bloodAnd I'm hooked on itYeah, I'm hooked on itI'm hooked on it
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