| Old man sun is setting, he won again today
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| I got blisters on my fingers, salt stains on my shirt
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| Close the gate behind me, hear you call my name
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| Cuttin' cross the backyard, shakin' off the dirt
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| Strikes a chord within' me, the deepest sound I ever heard
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| I hear you in the kitchen singing like a bird
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| It’s more than just I love you, baby, it’s every little word
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| Talking to flowers, laughing with the kids
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| Cussing, crying, whisperin'
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| The sweetest song I have ever heard
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| It’s more than just I love you, baby, it’s every little word
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| When the house is finally settled, kids are all asleep
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| I’ll ask you to walking down along the creek
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| We’ll listen to the night birds, hear the crickets stir
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| It’s more than just I love you, baby, it’s every little word
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| Talking to flowers, laughing with the kids
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| Cussing, crying, whisperin'
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| The sweetest song I have ever heard
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| It’s more than just I love you, baby, it’s every little word |