| Something 'bout George Jones on the headphones
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| Truth through a microphone
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| Livin' on and on and on in a melody
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| Something 'bout starlight on Kansas
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| The way a wheat field dances
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| It’s posts as far as the eye could see
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| It just gets all the way to me
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| It just gets all the way to me
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| Something 'bout the sound of crack in bottle tops
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| Makes troubles fade and time stop
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| Holdin' that cold somehow sets you free
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| Or thinking back to who I was
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| Saving up for that used truck
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| Her Levi’s laying on my Chevy seats
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| It just gets all the way to me
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| It just gets all the way to me
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| It ain’t like smoke gets in your clothes
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| Naw, it cuts through my skin and digs in way down deep
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| Soaks in like rain
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| Burns like a flame
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| Takes ahold of my soul underneath
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| It just gets all the way to me
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| It just gets all the way to me
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| Something 'bout a drawer full of yesterdays
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| A hammy down knife and a last name
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| And a shoebox full of roots from the family tree
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| Something 'bout me and her
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| And how our love turned around, eyes looking up
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| The sound of hardwood floors on little feet
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| It just gets all the way to me
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| It ain’t like smoke gets in your clothes
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| Naw, it cuts through my skin and digs in way down deep
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| Soaks in like rain
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| Burns like a flame
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| Takes ahold of my soul underneath
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| Just gets all the way to me
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| Just gets all the way to me, hey
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| Something 'bout a wooden cross
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| Forgetting sins and no love lost
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| Gratitude I find on bended knee
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| It just gets all the way to me
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| It just gets all the way to me
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| It just gets all the way to me
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| It just gets all the way to me
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| It just gets all the way to me
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| It just gets all the way to me
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| It just gets all the way to me
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| It just gets all the way to me, all the way to me |