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I was a mess when you first met me. I said I'd turn it around if you'd just let me. And I worked so hard cleaning up my act. Yeah, you got me hooked and then you threw me back I turned my life arou
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I met her on a tailgate. Told me she was sweet on me. And she said I've got something. That I think you might like to see. I got a little peek driving in my car. And she finally let me see it out
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I was leaning on the bar, with a glass half empty. Washing down the dust, when she brushed up against me. She was soft, she was pretty, everything that I'm not. She said "You look lonesome. " I sai
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Songwriters Brooks, Kix; Green, Marv; Mcbride, Terry. . I was sittin' at the cafe for a bite. And couldn't help but overhear this guy. He just pulled up in a you-Haul truck. Tell Becky how pumped
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Hey pretty girl just look at you tonight. A team a horses couldn't drag me away. You ain't got no business bein' lonely baby. Oh let me put a smile on your face I hope you don't mind if I put a lit
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i was lookin for a slow down, when you came around, i just didn't know how. i never left a bar room, or beer joint, till the lights went out. but in the middle of a long slow kiss, the light came on
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Theres a long line of cars. The parking lots full of people already cryin'. Its the hottest day in seven years. And I aint the only one here dyin'. Well, I wish I had a cigarette or one more shot
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Well, I've been staring at you all night long. Pretty as a picture. Sitting this close with the lights down low. Hits me right in the ticker. Nobody's pulling the plug on the juke box. Nobody's s
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We've been cooped up covered up with snow and rain. This country cabin fever's drivin' me insane. Been a long cold winter for way too long. Waitin' on the bluebird to sing me a song. Mercury's ris
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When I was young my buddies used to call me Jesse James. Living with the hammer down,. Just trying to beat the train. I'd jump them tracks, don't look back. Leave the law behind. A finger out the
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Songwriters Brooks, Kix; Green, Marv; Mcbride, Terry. . I was sittin' at the cafe for a bite. And couldn't help but overhear this guy. He just pulled up in a you-Haul truck. Tell Becky how pumped
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Long-legged woman, velvet and lace. A country boy can't help but stare at your pretty face. I like your outlaw attitude. I like that long black car. And I might just be your ticket out. This ol'
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