| That little league glove, it fit a little snug
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| Yeah, it wouldn’t even close
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| But coach said that’s how they make 'em son
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| 'Cause soon enough it’ll take the shape of your hand
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| Yeah, you fight that thing when it don’t wanna bend
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| Then you break it in
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| That just strung Gibson sittin' in the window
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| Laid away every paycheck 'til I had enough to get it home
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| Played it all night long
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| Every song I wish I wrote
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| You think it sounds as good as it ever could right then
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| Then you break it in
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| Like these dusty boots that walked me through the work that got me here
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| And these faded jeans with Skoal can rings worn out all these years
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| When the shine wears off, when you lose that gloss
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| There’s so much more underneath it all
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| You think that good is good as it can get
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| Then you break it in
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| That pickup truck that my dad picked up had a clutch
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| Man it took me all summer just to learn how to get the hang
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| But she loved that thing on all those old back roads
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| You think good is a no mud hood and no gravel dents
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| Then you break it in
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| Like these dusty boots that walked me through the work that got me here
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| And these faded jeans with Skoal can rings worn out all these years
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| When the shine wears off, when you lose that gloss
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| There’s so much more underneath it all
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| You think that good is good as it can get
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| Then you break it in
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| The trucks break down and first love ends
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| Life goes on and the world still spins
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| You find out your heart is stronger when
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| You break it in
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| Like these dusty boots that walked me through the work that got me here
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| And these faded jeans with Skoal can rings worn out all these years
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| When the shine wears off, when you lose that gloss
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| There’s so much more underneath it all
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| You think that good is good as it can get
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| Yeah, you think that good is good as it can get
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| Then you break it in
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| Yeah, you break it in |