| There’s still black marks on that county road
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| where we drag raced our pick-ups
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| and mustangs
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| weathered all the sun and rain
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| To this day up on that overpass
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| even underdeath the new paint
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| you can still see
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| «Ally will you marry me»
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| Take a ride, look around
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| there ain’t no doubt
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| It sure left it’s mark on us,
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| we sure left our mark on it
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| Let the world know we were here,
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| with everything we did
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| Layed alot of memories down,
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| like tattoos on this town
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| There’s still a rope burn on that old branch,
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| that hangs over the river
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| I still got the scar,
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| from swingin' out a little too far
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| There ain’t a corner of this hollow ground
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| we ain’t laughed or cried on
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| It’s where we loved,
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| lived, and learned a lot of stuff
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| It’s everything we’re made of
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| It sure left it’s mark on us,
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| we sure left our mark on it
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| Let the world know we were here,
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| with everything we did
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| Layed alot of memories down,
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| like tattoos on this town
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| like tattoos on this town
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| Everywhere that we are,
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| it hits me right in my heart
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| It sure left it’s mark on us,
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| we sure left our mark on it
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| Let the world know we were here,
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| with everything we did
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| Layed alot of memories down,
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| we’ll always be hangin' 'round,
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| like tattoos on this town
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| like tattoos on this town |