| If you never hit a cow at 3 A. M
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| In a borrowed Oldsmobile
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| Played cards all night in the county jail
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| With the one arm man name Phil
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| If you never counted ball off the fifth floor rail
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| And do a bull at the Holiday Inn
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| 'Cause it was Panama City, you were drunk and she was pretty
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| The paramedics gave you a prefect ten
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| And when we’re old and rocking on the porch
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| Re-living all our glory
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| You might have a few less scars
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| But I’ll have better stories
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| If you never been bitten by a snake in a church
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| While you sang «Amazing Grace»
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| If you never had to bribe a border guard
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| To overlook that one suitcase
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| If you never hustle pool in a biker bar
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| And had an eight ball break your nose
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| Then hit the first Harley with the front of your truck
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| Just to watch them all fall like dominoes
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| When we’re old and rocking on the porch
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| Re-living all our glory
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| You might have a few less scars
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| But I’ll have better stories
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| If you never been banned from a Taco Bell
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| If you didn’t fry your nest’s egg
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| If you never had a doctor say «what the hell?»
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| As a little mad nurse climbed out of your bed
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| When we’re old and rocking on the porch
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| Re-living all our glory
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| You might have a few less scars
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| But I’ll have better stories
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| You might have both brain cells left
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| But I’ll have better stories
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| I don’t even know where half these scars came from
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| Somebody remembers though I can’t, do you?
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| I know this one right here was from that jump across that car
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| On that bicycle, you dared me, I did it
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| Girls do love scars |