| lyrics | song |
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| 'Yeah, they’re spinnin’ their wheels Castin’ their reels Way back on them ol’ county roads' | |
| Pour me somethin' tall and strong 'Make it a hurricane before I go insane' | |
| 'So when you drive And the years go flying by I hope you smile If i ever cross your mind ' | |
| Remember when we didn’t have nothing But a perfect simple kind of loving Baby those sure were the days | |
| 'Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through. This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going. ' | |
| 'No matter where you from you just can't hide And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws You can't help but hollering, Yee Haw!' | |
| 'Said we can fire it up and I can show you around Sit up on the hill and watch the sun go down When the fireflies are dancing and the moon comes out' | |
| 'Plasma gettin bigger, Jesus gettin smaller. Spill a cup of coffee, make a million dollars.' | |
| 'You sit in class next to a redhead girl named Abigail and soon enough you're best friends laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool.' | |
| 'The truth comes out a little at a time and it spreads just like a fire slips off of your tongue like turpentine' | |
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| 'I had a friend in school Running back on the football team They burned a cross in his front yard For asking out the homecoming queen' | |
| 'Then she slid on over put my hand on her shoulder and I aksed her what she wanted to do She said it dont matter where we go just as long as I'm riding with you' | |
| 'Maybe later on we'll walk down to the river Lay on a blanket and stare up at the moon' | |
| 'Imagine a dirt road full of potholes with a creek bank And some cane poles catchin’ channel cat' | |
| 'Hank Aaron smacked it Michael Jordan dunked it Pocahantas tracked it Jack Daniels drunk it' | |
| 'There's a wild, wild whisper Blowin' in the wind Callin' out my name like a long lost friend' | |
| 'I was a doctor, a lawyer, a senator’s son Brad Pitt’s brother and a man on the run' | |
| 'Preacher's daughter couldn't get hotter Floating that river on an inner tube with her splash 35's and a lift kit how stuck can you get' | |
| 'Yes I love good cold beer And mustard on my fries I love a good loud Honky Tonk that rocks on Friday nights And hell yes I love my truck but I want you to know' | |
| 'In my dirty 'ole hat with my crooked little grin Granny beaded neck and these calloused hands' | |
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'50 Ways' Guys
'Country' Songs
Figure out the Lyrics II
