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Can you name the Brad Paisley songs by their opening lyrics?

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Opening LyricsSongAlbum
My buddy, Blake, was all-state with dreams of the NFL
They read the scripture, they passed the plate
Inflatable pool, full of dad's hot air
She's a yellow pair of running shoes
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
Page three of the County Tribune
Every day I clock out and head straight to her house
I remember saying, 'I don't care either way,'
To the teller down at the bank
Rush-hour traffic always puts me in a bad mood
I remember working on a rooftop
I'm sittin' on the fender of someone else's truck
There's an old Kodak camera in my dresser drawer
On my fifth birthday, I got so upset
Every time you take a sip in this smoky atmosphere
Oh yeah, sure, no problem
Darlin', I've been standin' here just watchin' you all night
Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard
When a single mom goes out a date with somebody new
On a hill far away stood an (title)
With seven billion people in this world
You may think I'm wrong for you, and you're wrong for me
I knew a man that once was a sinner
I still can remember when Grandpa died and our ship came in
That sleepy little campfire, popped and kinda crackled
Kevin wasn't really all that popular in school
She's got the focus, she's got the time
Well I won two dollars on a scratch-off ticket
After the breakup, I really thought we'd make up
When I was ten years old, I remember thinking how cool it would be
Thirty-six, thirty-two, blue-cut, with a Skoal ring
Opening LyricsSongAlbum
I work down at the Pizza Pit, and I drive an old Hyundai
The bar was empty, I was sweepin' up the floor
I like kickin' back on the sofa
Empty house, empty rooms, empty bottle of Patron
I remember tryin' not to stare the night that I first met you
She doesn't dare go in the place with those bruises on her face
I've been waitin' all week for Saturday night
Now, there are men who make history
I've got a '69 Camaro, a Ram Jet 502
I never was a straight-laced, straight-A student
I never knew how people wound up in a bar
I talked to my sister in Memphis
Yesterday I thought that I was low as I could get
Someday, I'm gonna be famous
Sittin' on a bench in West Town Mall
(Title) died at 11:09
You sure got a real nice place
Like the Ferris wheel goes around and around
I can make anybody pretty
When you (title) in some far-off place
Christine waits on tables at Clarabelle's Cafe
When a freight train jumps off the track and rolls down my road
(Title), like it's raining at mine
Well I love her, but I love to fish
I filled up two shopping carts late last night
(Title), just see how it feels
Seasons come and seasons go
I said a bad word when I was a kid
Had the time of my life before I could see
Bomb goes off in a far-off city
Strong like a mother holds her child
Opening LyricsSongAlbum
I'm a sucker for fine Cuban cigars
When you see a deer, you see Bambi
Love starts with a (title)
He yelled out from the back row
You're not supposed to say the word 'cancer' in a song
(Title), on the far side of the sky
When I looked out today and saw that the sky was gray
I called to say I'm workin' late tonight
Headlights on the ceiling as she pulls into the drive
I sure could use an 'atta boy' or a big ol' high-five
You used to say you wanted someone
You were a pain girl, a thorn in my side
How do we honor those who have fallen and died for this dream?
So you've ruffled some feathers, yeah you've done it now
You know I'm stubborn, set in my ways
Baby's born in the middle of the night, local delivery room
She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans
She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car
There ain't nothin' I would rather see
(Title) thanks to me and my big mouth
We cut the cake, everybody danced
Hey, hey, (title)
We didn't care if people stared
We work in the factories and the field
To the man that waited on me at the Starbucks down on Main
If I could write a (title)
If she was a drink, she'd be single-barrel bourbon on ice
I could've been workin' overtime
When your wheelhouse is the land of cotton

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