| You can’t say I didn’t warn ya
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| When you chased her out to California
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| Then she went and married someone else
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| It didn’t really matter where you been
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| We always pick back up again
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| Make our way on down that shelf
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| Nothin' new under the neon
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| Same old stories, girls and glory
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| And the same old blue buzz that we lean on
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| Just drinking down loving
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| Life ain’t nothin' new under the neon
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| Remember when you lost your father
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| We blew threw a couple hundred dollars
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| Missin' him, reminiscing him, toasting his name
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| I never saw my name in lights, but I still play here on Friday nights
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| Yeah I guess somethings never change
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| Nothin' new under the neon
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| Same old stories, girls and glory
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| And the same old blue buzz that we lean on
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| Just drinking down loving
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| Life ain’t nothin' new under the neon
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| Who knows when we’ll be back here
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| How many miles, how many years
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| How many laughs, how many beers we’ve both been through?
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| Nothin' new under the neon
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| Same old stories, girls and glory
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| And the same old blue buzz that we lean on
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| Just drinking down loving
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| Life ain’t nothin' new under the neon |