| I held the keys to that Chevrolet
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| And you held the keys to my heart
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| I’d throw a fit, hit the dash
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| Get out and kick the tire
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| When that old piece of junk wouldn’t start
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| It’d be smoking good I’m slam down the hood
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| Just to see you laughing at me
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| On the other side of a dirty windshield
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| Lookin' as pretty as you could be
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| We sure saw a lot of miles
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| Never even crossed that county line
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| I would’ve bet the farm, given my right arm
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| So you’d always be mine
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| Did we crash and burn or make a wrong turn
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| Or run out of gasoline?
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| I lost you around 3rd gear and 17
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| In the blink of an eye high school flew by
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| You went your way and I went mine
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| But we swore we’d make it
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| Our love could take it
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| 400 miles could stand the test of time
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| Well I left that fall to play college ball
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| But my dreams would all come to an end
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| 'Cause you know the big leagues never called
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| And you went and fell in love with him
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| We sure saw a lot of miles
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| Never even crossed that county line
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| I would’ve bet the farm, given my right arm
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| So you’d always be mine
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| Did we crash and burn or make a wrong turn
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| Or run out of gasoline?
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| I lost you around 3rd gear and 17
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| Memories flash through my mind like old faded photographs
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| I still think about you in that red Malibu
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| And I just can’t help but laugh
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| We sure saw a lot of miles
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| Never even crossed that county line
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| I would’ve bet the farm, given my right arm
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| So you’d always be mine
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| Did we crash and burn or make a wrong turn
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| Or run out of gasoline?
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| I lost you around 3rd gear and 17
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| Love broke down around 3rd gear and 17
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| I lost you around 3rd gear and 17 |