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Verse 1 Thomas Rhett. I'd come through around two. And pick you up right after your shift (After your shift). And drive that Chevrolet like a getaway. You'd be countin' your tips (Countin' your tips
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Verse 1 Thomas Rhett. Just last week I went to prison. To see some boys down on death row. Brought some guitars and my buddies. To play some songs I thought they'd know, hm. I could feel myself
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Verse 1. It happens every time. We pop that top, squeeze that lime. I get to feelin' like a Buffett song. Blame it on your sunkissed tan. Your hand there in my hand. Every day's a trip that you send m
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Verse 1. I don't talk to God like you always tell me I should. I don't live my life every day like you prayed that I would. Yeah, I'm a mess of a man, with lessons to learn. You're the last thing on e
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Verse 1 Thomas Rhett. I'm supposed to mow the grass today. I'm supposed to fix the fence. But with the sun beaten down on me. It's hard to make it make sense. Chorus Thomas Rhett. Half of me wants a
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Verse 1. Well, I'm hot and I'm sober, sun beatin' down on my shoulders. Hair shy of hungover, baby, you know what I need. I got one empty koozie, girl, you know I ain't boujee. I don't carem I ain't c
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Intro. Click-clack, yeah. Church boots. Verse 1. Yeah, my old truck is my new truck. It'll get me A to B and then to you truck. My coffee cup looks like my whiskey glass. Yeah, most folks stay the sam
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Verse 1. I've used words like bullets for the sake of my own pride. Placed holes in the hardwood in the name of bein' right. I've held back forgiveness, standin' alone on my own ground. But I see it d
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Verse 1. I said, "Hey, girl, what you drinkin'?". She said, "I'm gonna stop you right there, right now. ". I said, "Hold up, girl, that wasn't my intention. I just think you're beautiful; can I buy yo
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. La da, la da da, la la la. La da, la da di da da, la la la la la. La da, la da da, la la la. La da, la da di da. I got my head out the sunroof. I'm blasting our favorite tunes. I only got one thing
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Intro. Hmm. Mm. Verse 1. Some people think that paradise is. Somewhere sunny and seventy-five, yeah. I'll admit that it sounds pretty sweet, man. But I got 'em beat, man. Who needs a beach when. Choru
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