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I got smoke in my hair, my clothes thrown everywhere. Woke up in my rocking chair.
I ain't been doin' too right, since I met her last night.
Homecomin' parade, you were the queen, I was ridin' right behind you with the rest of the team.
Time is tight and money is short. River's up and the weatherman, he's calling for another storm.
Down where I was born was heaven on earth. Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt. The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.
T-shirt, blue jeans, don't like much on TV. Caviar and a Triscuit, ain't no red eye gravy on a biscuit.
Ridin' down the road, listening to the radio. You leaned over and you turned it up. You said, 'Baby, this is it, the one I wanted you to hear. Don't it sound just like us?'
You need hands, rough not soft, to come and warm you up, up in that cold hayloft. Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms.
There's a bonfire burnin', got Bocephus blarin' louder than allowed out in our neck of the neighborhood.
You make me want to hold you like a hammock on a summer day, tell you how I'm gonna take your cares away.
It was two shades of brown, scratched up plastic. It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches.
My daddy spent his life lookin' up at the sky. He'd cuss, kick the dust, sayin', 'Son, it's way too dry.'
I'm walkin' down the street, shufflin' my feet, whistling a feel good song. Got the sun on my face, nothin' in my way, so I keep rockin' along.
Baby, what are we becoming? It feels just like we're always running, rolling through the motions every day.
There's a house fly swimmin' in my sweet tea. Hey darlin', pass another Kerr jar to me. Butter drippin' off a biscuit, baby better take a bite.
I saw a truck backin' out of your drive. You were sittin' in the passenger side messin' with the radio, you had your sunglasses on.
We've been up here in this city livin' in the grease and grime. Girl, it's a doggone pity we ain't been gettin' any time.
I'm holding on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground. I'm hearing what you say, but I just can't make a sound.
It's like a bolt of lightning hits me in my chest right out of the blue every time I see you, every time I see you.
Some days you got it all together. You swear you have it figured out. Other days you're stumbling and wondering what the hell it's all about.
It took me and four of my buddies half the night to pull out my truck. I stood there and proclaimed, 'Everybody, it's the last time I'll mess with this mud.'
Out in the sticks with the squirrels and the ticks and my 30-06, I'm running out of Miller Lite.
Got a little boom in my big truck, gonna open up the doors and turn it up. Gonna stomp my boots in the Georgia mud. Gonna watch you make me fall in love.
All we do right is make love. We both know now, that ain't enough.
Cottonwood fallin' like snow in July. Sunset, riverside, four wheel drives in a taillight circle.
We met down at the floatin' dock. She snuck out, scared she might get caught. We were nervous, but it was worth it.
Girl, I know I don't know you, but your pretty little eyes so blue are pulling me in like the moon on your skin.
He asked me for a dollar, I said go get a job. I turned up my collar and started walking off. He said, 'I don't blame you, I know what you think.'
There's peanut dust and corn husks driftin' through the air tonight. The marchin' band's warmin' up under the football lights.
I'm gonna put on my new shirt, shine up these old boots. Take a deep breath, try to keep it cool.
It flows underneath the 32 bridge and cuts through the heart of South Georgia. Big copperheads and mean wild pigs and gators in the weeds waiting for ya.
I catch my buzz in the black of night where nobody ever goes and a warm wind blows.
Girl, you and me ain't talking much. I just slam the door and leave in my truck. There ain't nothing left for us. I think enough's enough.
I don't remember much about that time. Just the smell of the air and your hand in mine riding the strip, sittin' on my lap in the back of a truck.
The secret way long shadows bleed into the night, the desperate way leaves in the fall hold their color tight, the way that thunder knows the taste of summer rain.
Rocks bang together, things start blowin' up. Planets all align around a big red sun.
It was bumper-to-bumper when I hit Bay County. So I stopped and let the top down.
What gives you courage to walk up to a ten in a bar? What turns the nervous into a rockstar?
You're like a screen flashin' insufficient funds. Cops knockin' when the party's just begun. You're a big rain cloud parked over my boat.
We got beer, and a tub, and some good-lookin' girls.
Drop it, boys. I say 'Hey, man, whatcha doing later on?' He said, 'Aw, man, I'm just hanging out later on.'
It feels like I woke up one mornin' and it all changed without warnin'. I don't know how our paths crossed, but all I know is I've been lost.
There's a fifty-fifty chance that the room ain't ready. Odds are the cooler's too heavy to tote down to the beach all by myself.
You got your sundress on for game day just to drink beer on an old tailgate. You were born and raised to be a southern belle.
From that first second I laid eyes on you to them kisses this morning to right now in this room, you know I've been going crazy over you.
Girl, I’ll be over there with my buddies drinkin’ beer. If you need me, come and get me when you hear our song.
We've been gettin' beat up by this ol' life, seems all we got left is Friday and Saturday night, and sometimes Sunday if Monday is a holiday.
Hey! Whiskey burns me up, wine turns my teeth all red. Tequila makes me loco, champagne hurts my head. But let me tell ya, I'm a real big fan of ice fishin' for them aluminum cans.
It was the last night at the Holiday Inn. There was a fire on the beach, I was trying to talk to some other girl, and she was bird-dogging me. I finally had enough.
It's time to take my drunk ass home. I drank all the whiskey and my money's all gone. Hit on all the girls, sang every song.
I got that real good, feel good stuff up under the seat of my big, black, jacked-up truck. Rollin' on thirty-fives, pretty girl by my side.
Honeysuckle in the air, breeze blowin' through your hair. Hundred stars hangin' high, under your spell.
It don't matter what plans I've got, I can break 'em. Yeah, I can turn this thing around at the next red lgiht.
She had a cross around her neck and a flower in her hand that I picked from the side of Thomas Drive on our way to the sand.
Seventeen, we owned those streets. Parking lot, that was our spot. That's where we'd always meet.
When I got the news today, I didn't know what to say. So, I just hung up the phone. I took a walk to clear my head.
Roll in the bar, me and my crew. Their little plan to get me over you. They're hookin' me up, yeah, buyin' me drinks with a thousand girls. There's just one thing.
Yeah, I know that color on your lips too well. I saw you blowin' kisses down the wishin' well again. When I say, 'I love you,' you just say, 'I know.'
She was sittin' all alone over on the tailgate, tan legs swingin' by a Georgia plate. I was lookin' for her boyfriend, thinkin' no way she ain't got one.
We were as young as we were dumb when we piled in an old pile of junk. It was one-for-all and all for one.
You got me all caught up the way you look tonight. We could head downtown, or I can turn around, up here, on the right.
She likes to watch him out the window goin' 'round in circles under the sun. Somethin' 'bout a man on a tractor with his hat on backwards.
Me and Daddy'd ride around all day shootin' doves off a line in a Chevrolet. Ol' lab would jump out the back and fetch 'em up.
Girl, there ain't no way you don't know how pretty you are. Every mirror in this two lane town knows the trouble you cause.
Back again in the back of this pasture, sweatin' bad in the cab of this tractor. I oughta be worried about the rain. The last hundred rows could've been a little straighter.
I'm feeling kind of banged up, slow out of this bed. Neon noise and honky-tonk wine ringing in my head.
Just a little taste won't hurt at all, but once I get a sip I know I'm gonna wanna drink it gone, all gone. 90 proof is an understatement, I get around you and I'm way past wasted.
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