| Lyric | Song | Artist |
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| Don't need no copy of Vogue Magazine | |
| Clear creeks and cool mountain mornin's | |
| It's good to see your face again, it's been a while | |
| Well, I was raised in a sophisticated kind of style | |
| A high roller even when the chips are down | |
| It was 700 fence posts from your place to ours | |
| It's been a long time, since I felt her close | |
| When I was 14, I was fallin' fast | |
| I'm a little boy with glasses, the one they call the geek | |
| Just the other night at a hometown football game | |
| Can't concentrate on the preacher, preacher, my attention span done turned off | |
| I've seen a lot of places, I've been around the world | |
| I heard you been feeling down, nobody's seen you around | |
| Well, I'm runnin' down the road, tryin to loosen my load, I got 7 women on my mind | |
| Sometimes she runs, sometimes she don't | |
| Every morning I watch you walk in to the office in your business suit and matching shoes | |
| I saw the light, I've been baptized | |
| I read a note my grandma wrote back in 1923 | |
| What's that, I hear angels singing | |
| I bet you never heard Marshall Dylan say, Miss Kitty have you thought of running away | |
| One day, shy of 8 years old, grandma passed away | |
| I was driving through Georgia in late july on a day hot enough to make the devil sigh | |
| | Lyric | Song | Artist |
|---|
| Had to leave my life in Dallas, that'll town will always be you | |
| We go out to a party somewhere, the moment we walk in the door | |
| It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart | |
| Mama told her baby, girl take it real slow | |
| I'm looking for a lover who can rave his little engine up | |
| There's an Elvis movie on the marquee sign | |
| Well, it sure feels good to come in here, and just pull up a seat | |
| I told you I leave a light on, in case, you ever wanted to come back home | |
| She was standing by the front door, when I came home last night | |
| I got sent from home one day with a shiner on my eye | |
| He was working through college, on my grandpa's farm | |
| You can tell the world you never was my girl | |
| Blue lights flashin' in my rear view, the sheriff said boy i should have known it was you | |
| When I woke up this morning stumbled out of my rack | |
| Hold it right there, don't say a word, I hear a voice, I've never heard | |
| She turned up her nose, as she walked by my Cadillac | |
| Standing on the border, looking out onto the great unknown | |
| Boy you sure look good there standin' in the doorway in the sunset light | |
| Who doesn't know what I'm talkin' about, who's never left home, who has never struck out | |
| Big Orange Ball sinking in the water | |
| Got in this morning at 4 am, you're as mad as you can be | |
| They said change your clothes, she said no I won't | |
| | Lyric | Song | Artist |
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| Don't tell me the reason why you're callin, is to see if I'm alright since you been gone | |
| It wasn't the books that I didnt read, it wasnt the teachers that tried to teach me | |
| I pretend that I'm glad you went away, but these 4 walls are closing more everyday | |
| Everytime our eyes meet, this feeling inside me | |
| They were farm kids, way down in Dixie | |
| I remember it very well looking back, it was the summer I turned 18 | |
| Well, I lost my heart on the day we met | |
| She's been going out with him, she's been going out with me | |
| When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new | |
| You look surprised, you didn't think you see me | |
| After work, me and the boys, go down to Kitty's and make some noise | |
| I woke up this morning, my head felt dense | |
| It's another back-door sneakin' in, Where you been? midnight | |
| Johnny's daddy is taking him fishing, when he was 8 years old | |
| This old bar stools feeling higher, As a started sinking lower | |
| If you really want to know, she comes here a lot | |
| They said your love life's in trouble in a magazine I read | |
| You got a thing or two to learn about me, baby | |
| She couldn't keep from crying, when she told me goodbye | |
| I know that every morning you go thumbing through the personal want ads | |
| You said this ain't over yet, I've said things I'll regret | |
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