Brad Paisley – Crushin It (Ukulele)

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I sure could use an "atta boy" or a big ol' high five

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I'd love to hear “you're killin' it dude”, yeah it's been a long time

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Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it as they say

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I guess I've been in a dry spell, but that's about to change cause

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Every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night

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I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light

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And I'll be crushin' it, yeah I'll be crushin' it

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Let's say your baby's mad cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her

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You know the ones she framed from late last spring of you and her in Florida

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You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens

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She shakes her head and looks at you and says “ain't you good for anything”, and you say

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Every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night

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If you want a margarita, I'll get tequila and ice

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And I'll be crushin' it, with a cold one in my other hand

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I'll be crushin' it, when I'm finished with my can

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I can stomp it with my boot, punch it with my fist

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Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got this

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I'll be crushin' it, oh I'll be crushin' it, oh

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I figured this out in college walking past them Gothic columns

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That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the bottom

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I was never gonna be the best or brightest guy around

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But like the great George freaking Strait, I'm the king of gettin' unwound

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And every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night

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I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light

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And I'll be crushin' it (every week has a weekend)

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Yeah I'll be crushin' it (by this time Friday night)

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Oh I'll be crushin' it (I'll be done with my third can)

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Oh I'll be crushin' it (of cold Bud Light)

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I'll be crushin' it, and I'll be crushin' it