Brad Paisley Songs

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Can you name the Brad Paisley songs by opening lyrics?

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The bar was empty, I was sweepin' up the floor
Every time you take a sip in this smoky atmosphere
Yesterday I thought that I was low as I could get
I'm a sucker for fine Cuban cigars
There ain't nothin' I would rather see
I'm sittin' on the fender of someone else's truck
He yelled out from the back row
When a single mom goes out a date with somebody new
(Title), like it's raining at mine
That sleepy little campfire, popped and kinda crackled
If I could write a (title)
There's an old Kodak camera in my dresser drawer
Someday, I'm gonna be famous
I said a bad word when I was a kid
Kevin wasn't really all that popular in school
Hey, hey, (title)
Love starts with a (title)
When I looked out today and saw that the sky was gray
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
I talked to my sister in Memphis
With seven billion people in this world
We didn't care if people stared
Sittin' on a bench in West Town Mall
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Well I love her, but I love to fish
Strong like a mother holds her child
I filled up two shopping carts late last night
Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard
I never was a straight-laced, straight-A student
Darlin', I've been standin' here just watchin' you all night
She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans
I remember saying, 'I don't care either way,'
When you see a deer, you see Bambi
She's a yellow pair of running shoes
Open my eyes, look at the clock, it says eight fifteen
You're fumblin' 'round in the bedroom
Inflatable pool, full of dad's hot air
I'm still breathin' and my heart's still beatin'
My buddy, Blake, was all-state with dreams of the NFL
I never knew how people wound up in a bar
Somebody's gotta scratch your back
When I was ten years old, I remember thinking how cool it would be
I work down at the Pizza Pit, and I drive an old Hyundai
Oh yeah, sure, no problem
She's got the focus, she's got the time
I like kickin' back on the sofa
(Title), on the far side of the sky
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Rush-hour traffic always puts me in a bad mood
You're not supposed to say the word 'cancer' in a song
To the teller down at the bank
I remember tryin' not to stare the night that I first met you
Thirty-six, thirty-two, blue-cut, with a Skoal ring
(Title), just see how it feels
She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car
On my fifth birthday, I got so upset
On a hill far away stood an (title)
Seasons come and seasons go
I called to say I'm workin' late tonight
We cut the cake, everybody danced
I could've been workin' overtime
Every day I clock out and head straight to her house
Life is like a mountain railway
You know I'm stubborn, set in my ways
Baby's born in the middle of the night, local delivery room
When a freight train jumps off the track and rolls down my road
Empty house, empty rooms, empty bottle of Patron
I can make anybody pretty
You may think I'm wrong for you, and you're wrong for me

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