| To the bag packed, first love leaver
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| The heart cracked, double down dreamer
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| The homesick for grass that’s greener
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| And a slice of Mama’s peach pie
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| To the flat broke, couch cushion gas money
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| The worker bee that ain’t gettin' no honey
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| Missin' someone all the while runnin'
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| Gunnin' for the brighter lights
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| Here’s to the break ups that didn’t break us
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| The break down, wrong turn that takes ya
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| To a little dive bar in Dahlonega
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| Hear a song from a band that saves ya, man
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| It’s hittin' rock bottom smoke 'em if you got 'em
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| Nothing’s going right
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| Makin' the best of the worst day kinda night
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| We’ve all got a number that we don’t wanna drunk dial
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| And a good friend we ain’t seen in a while
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| And a slow dance left in these boots
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| And a chance at putting down new roots
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| Here’s to the break ups that didn’t break us
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| The break down, wrong turn that takes ya
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| To a little dive bar in Dahlonega
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| Hear a song from a band that saves ya, man
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| It’s hittin' rock bottom smoke 'em if you got 'em
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| Nothing’s going right
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| Makin' the best of the worst day kinda night
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| Here’s to the break ups that didn’t break us
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| The break down, wrong turn that takes ya
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| To a little dive bar in Dahlonega
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| Meet a girl outside Atlanta, man
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| It’s hittin' rock bottom smoke 'em if you got 'em
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| Nothing’s going right
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| You’re just singing along with your drink raised
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| A pretty little blonde thing’s looking your way
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| Makin' the best of the worst day kinda night
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| Yeah, it’s making the best of the worst day kind of night
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| Oh
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| Here’s to the breakups
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| It’s that kinda night |