| Layin' back against this windshield
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| Parked out in this Georgia red field
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| This is where we burn our summer nights
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| Moonlit lipstick kisses on the hood of that Tacoma
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| We were seventeen, goin' on free and wild
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| She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry coke
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| Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke
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| I’m sittin' by a bonfire watchin' her swayin'
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| Me and my buddies and the guitar playin'
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| Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
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| Buzzing through a chorus of 'Dixieland Delight'
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| High as the stars in the Milky Way
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| Those summer days drifted away
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| But she’ll always float
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| Back through my mind like smoke
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| July flames, October ashes
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| Southern skin and blue jean flashes
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| Strike a match and light a memory
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| We never said goodbye, we let it fly into thin air
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| Tonight I’m stoned on long-gone love so strong, I swear
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| I’m sittin' by a bonfire watchin' her swayin'
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| Me and my buddies and the guitar playin'
|
| Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
|
| Buzzing through a chorus of 'Dixieland Delight'
|
| High as the stars in the Milky Way
|
| Those summer days drifted away
|
| But she’ll always float
|
| Back through my mind like smoke
|
| She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry coke
|
| Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke
|
| I’m sittin' by a bonfire watchin' her swayin'
|
| Me and my buddies and the guitar playin'
|
| Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
|
| Buzzing through a chorus of 'Dixieland Delight'
|
| High as the stars in the Milky Way
|
| Those summer days drifted away
|
| But she’ll always float
|
| Back through my mind like smoke
|
| Moonlit lipstick kisses on the hood of that Tacoma
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| We were seventeen, goin' on free and wild |