| I saw you sittin' there sippin' red wine down at Causen Mills
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| I knew you’d prob’ly be outta my league but I though, what the hell?
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| Aw, what the hell
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| Five dollars a glass was kickin' my butt but I kept on buyin'
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| I kinda thought you were into me
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| So I kept on tryin' to get them sparks a’flyin'
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| In my forty dollar blue jeans
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| Next to a beauty queen
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| Used to the finer things
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| All I had to my name was a big ol' truck and a little ol' place
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| I couldn’t help but think
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| I can’t afford to love you
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| But I can’t afford not too
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| Hoo-hoo-hoo
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| I asked you if you ever stared up at the stars from a tailgate
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| Down by the river with a six pack
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| You said no, but it sure sounds great
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| You climbed up in my old truck
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| Sittin' right beside me
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| I cranked up a country song
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| And you started smilin'
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| Yeah, this ol' boy was stylin'
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| In forty dollar blue jeans
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| Next to a beauty queen
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| Used to the finer things
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| Yeah, I missed work for three days
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| Kissin' on you, didn’t get paid
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| I couldn’t help but think
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| I can’t afford to love you
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| But I can’t afford not to
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| Hoo-hoo-hoo
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| We been together ever since that night
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| You’re still in love with that same old guy
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| Same old guy
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| In forty dollar blue jeans
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| Next to a beauty queen
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| Used to the finer things
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| Yeah, we set a date for next spring
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| Workin' two jobs, pickin' out rings
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| I can’t help but think
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| I can’t afford to love you
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| I can’t afford to love you
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| But I can’t afford not to
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| Hoo-hoo-hoo
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| I can’t afford not to
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| Love on you |