| When life was easy and freedom was a Friday night
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| I’d pick you up, I’d keep you out until the morning light
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| No cover charge, good cover band, girl, they could play 'em all
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| We’d burn a hole in that sawdust till they called last call
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| Yeah, time flies by, but nothing has changed
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| 'Cause when you whisper my name
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| You fire that engine up, feel that four on the floor
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| Your hands inside my shirt, feet up on the dashboard
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| I’m still your wildest side and, baby, you’re my wildest dream
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| Take you out and take you home, make a move and make you scream
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| When you whisper my name
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| Old good time Johnny’s long gone, but he’s never forgot
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| They turned his honky tonk into a Walmart parking lot
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| We’d tear it up, we’d close it down, drive out to Canyon Lake
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| Singing you love songs all night just like I was George Strait
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| Yeah, time flies by, but nothing has changed
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| 'Cause when you whisper my name
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| You fire that engine up, feel that four on the floor
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| Your hands inside my shirt, feet up on the dashboard
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| I’m still your wildest side and, baby, you’re my wildest dream
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| Take you out and take you home, make a move and make you scream
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| When you whisper my name
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| Baby, when you whisper my name
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| I’ll take you back in time, feel my hands on your face
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| Just close your pretty eyes and let me take you back to that place
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| You fire that engine up, feel that four on the floor
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| Your hands inside my shirt, feet up on the dashboard
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| I’m still your wildest side and, baby, you’re my wildest dream
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| Take you out and take you home, make a move and make you scream
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| You fire that engine up, feel that four on the floor
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| Your hands inside my shirt, feet up on the dashboard
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| I’m still your wildest side and, baby, you’re my wildest dream
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| Take you out and take you home, make a move and make you scream
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| When you whisper my name
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| Baby, when you whisper my name
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| Come on and whisper my name
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| Come on, baby, won’t you whisper my name |