| I wish this whiskey would make her miss me
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| Like I wish she did, I wish she did
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| Pouring up another one won’t change what I should have done
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| Before she left, now all that’s left is
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| Mile by mile and
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| City by city she’s
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| Gettin' over me, and man it ain’t pretty, no
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| She’s out there rolling down some old interstate
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| Wide open, wide open
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| Couldn’t make her stay
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| Probably cranking up some new freedom song
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| Wide open, wide open
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| Won’t pick up her phone
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| While I’m dying here tonight
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| Staring goodbye in the face
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| Saying I love you too late
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| Too late
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| I can’t take back what I never said
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| But if I could, man I would
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| Try and make her see
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| That me and Tennessee want her back
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| I wish it worked like that
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| Yeah
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| If I had half a clue
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| Where she was headed now
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| I’d do what I had to do
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| To make her turn that car around
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| She’s out there rolling down some old interstate
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| Wide open, wide open
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| Couldn’t make her stay
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| Probably cranking up some new freedom song
|
| Wide open, wide open
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| Won’t pick up her phone
|
| While I’m dying here tonight
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| Staring goodbye in the face
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| Saying I love you too late
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| Too late
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| Yeah, I should’ve held her close
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| I should’ve let her know
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| How I felt about her 'bout a couple county lines ago
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| She’s out there rolling down some old interstate
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| Wide open, wide open
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| Couldn’t make her stay
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| Probably cranking up some new freedom song
|
| Wide open, wide open
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| Won’t pick up her phone
|
| While I’m dying here tonight
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| Staring goodbye in the face
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| Saying I love you too late
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| Too late
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| Yeah
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| I love you too late
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| I can’t take back what I never said
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| But if I could, damn I would |