22 lyrics for "You shoot me down,"

They have a hunting season on the rabbit If you shoot him, boy, you go to jail But the season is always open on men Don't nobody need no bail Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi where I come from Down in Mississippi where I belong
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And have a big time tonight A bunch of down home boys and some blue jean girls Kicking up the dirt and shooting out the lights Life can be an ol' briar patch Gotta dance your way through it sometimes So we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little
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Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!" 'Cause baby you're a firework Come on show 'em what your worth As you shoot across the sky-y-y Baby you're a firework Come on let your colors burst You're gonna leave 'em fallin' down down down Boom, boom, boom Even brighter
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(No one lives forever-ever-ever-ever-ever-ever) Wish you could see me when I'm lying in bed My eyes are blinded by your stars My blood is blushing so red (Oh my God) I can see you in my head again Arrows and bows will shoot me down again Arrows and bows
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Money on the floor just like some shoes Woke up with my toolie, what it do? Meet me in the alley with the troops I got red shooters, I got blue Let that thing down then point at you Bentley or the 'Rari, hoe, let's choose We gon' the rob the bank, bring
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Boom, boom, boom, boom I'm gonna shoot you right down Knock you off of your feet And take you home with me Put you in my house Ow ow ow ow ow Hmm hmm hmm Hmm hmm hmm hmm
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Yeah I'm down if you feel like messin' around Whatever you want, shoot, I don't care, you can come over here I can come over there And pick you up, that's right On a sit around Saturday night with nothing to do And you just want something to do All you
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But when you’re bad And you’re lookin’ at me just like that Reach up and you take my hat and you turn it around Steal my drink and you shoot it on down When you’re wild, child, flashin’ that come here smile Spinnin’ in your little red dress Show a little
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Johnny you're too bad Now you're lootin' now you're shootin' Boy you're too bad One of these days when you hear a voice say come Where you gonna run to? There will be no rock Walking down the road with a pistol in your waist Walking down the road with a
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