| Look at that worn out rusty engine
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| Sitting there begging for a spark
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| Don’t look like much in that condition
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| But there was a time you should’ve seen her run
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| Down every back road in Lyle County
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| Under every streetlight up on Main
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| You sitting there drumming on a dashboard
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| Both of us falling like a fickle rain
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| We were
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| Cooler than December, hotter than July
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| Young and strong
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| Some things aren’t meant to last forever
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| But that don’t mean you forget 'em when they’re gone, so come on
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| She had hair tangled as the kudzu
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| Legs as long as the trails that cut through
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| Those back acres to the river bend
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| She had her daddy’s temper and her momma’s flair
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| Made people talk but did not care
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| Try anything once ain’t scared of nothing
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| Yeah, we were
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| Cooler than December, hotter than July
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| Young and strong
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| Some things aren’t meant to last forever
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| But that don’t mean you forget 'em when they’re gone, so come on
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| Come on
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| Don’t mean you forget 'em
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| I still ride down those old roads
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| Even if it’s in my mind
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| Tight blue jeans and winding curves
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| Keep me turning on a dime, yeah, just like the time
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| When we were
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| Cooler than December, hotter than July
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| Young and strong
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| Some things aren’t meant to last forever
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| But that don’t mean you forget 'em when they’re gone
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| Oh, we were
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| Cooler than December, hotter than July
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| Young and strong
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| Some things aren’t meant to last forever
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| But that don’t mean you forget 'em when they’re
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| Don’t mean you forget 'em when they’re gone, so come on
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| Come on
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| Don’t mean you forget 'em when they’re gone
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| So come on, come on
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| Don’t mean you forget 'em when they’re gone
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| So come on, come on
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| So come on, come on |