Written by: John Mellencamp



Got my hands on a little bit of dough

So I went to the grocery store

And got some steaks to go

went by and picked up my gal, Teddi Jo

We had ourselves a picnic

Beside a dirt road



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Rooty toot toot

Rooty toot toot

We had it made in the shade

Like a ball through the hoop

Spinnin' and tumblin' inside this hoola hoop

Livin' and learnin'

Rooty toot toot



We laid out a blanket

And started a fire

Had the radio playin'

From inside the car

I took off my shirt and kicked off my shoes

She read the paper

And told me the news

She said, there's a lot of people out there

Who are at the end of their rope

Sometimes baby

You've got to lay low



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We stayed there all day

We both got us some real good suntans

I thought that was ok

Sometimes life can be so grand



We were gettin' ready

To shake out of that place

When the Illinois state trooper

Got in my face

He said, You're on private property

But once he cooled down he was ok

Sometimes you're golden, man

That's all I got to say



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