| Maybe your granddad kept his dogtags hanging on the rearview
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| And maybe your mama drove you around in a Chevy Nova bright blue
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| Might’ve got your 16 first date, yes at a slider in the drivethrough
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| Down Main Street, she was so cute, ended up just friends
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| If it sounds like it could’ve been you, or it’s somewhere you might’ve been
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| Can I get an amen
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| For a roman candle sky
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| A July praying for rain
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| Yeah, sparks out the window, cigarette
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| Withering silhouette caught in the flames
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| The keys to a fix-it-up dream
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| A love, and a first-crush heart
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| And to not knowing the secrets of life
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| But damn sure knowing where it starts
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| Amen, amen, amen
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| And maybe you shot some bullet holes through tail of a windmill
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| Stuck a cross in some flowers by the road on the edge of a weed field
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| And maybe that scar on your hands from a midnight parking lot disagreement with
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| one of your buddies
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| So you squared off, then you made up
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| With a tailgate cold beer apology
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| Just some memories that’ll always be
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| In a roman candle sky
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| A July praying for rain
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| Yeah, sparks out the window, cigarette
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| Withering silhouette caught in the flames
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| The keys to a fix-it-up dream
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| A love, and a first-crush heart
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| And to not knowing the secrets of life
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| But damn sure knowing where it starts
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| Amen, amen, amen
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| Yeah, amen
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| Ooh, amen
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| For a roman candle sky
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| A July praying for rain
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| Yeah, sparks out the window, cigarette
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| Withering silhouette caught in the flames
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| The keys to a fix-it-up dream
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| A love, and a first-crush heart
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| And to not knowing the secrets of life
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| But damn sure knowing where it starts
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| Amen, amen, amen
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| Ooh, amen |