| She might know me
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| By the rowdy raise 'em up songs 'bout some honky tonkin'
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| Cold beer sunsets
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| Whitetails and blue-collar rednecks
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| She sees a goodtime
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| And nothin' but blue skies every time her blue eyes look into mine
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| She got the look that looks past one night
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| Like nothing’s gonna change her mind
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| She ain’t heard the sad songs yet
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| Bout the all night whiskey and the cigarettes
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| The long string of hearts, I left cryin'
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| The rock bottom that I hit from flyin'
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| The ones about the messes I’ve made
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| And how it’s hard for a man like me to change
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| I bet she’d run as far as she could get
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| 'Cause she ain’t heard the sad songs yet
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| And damn, she’s a looker
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| The kind everybody back home would love if I took her
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| On a Sunday to meet my momma
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| Bet if I asked her right now she’d probably wanna
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| She ain’t heard the sad songs yet
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| Bout the all night whiskey and the cigarettes
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| The long string of hearts, I left cryin'
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| The rock bottom that I hit from flyin'
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| The ones about the messes I’ve made
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| And how it’s hard for a man like me to change
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| I bet she’d run as far as she could get
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| 'Cause she ain’t heard the sad songs yet
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| Ain’t heard the sad songs yet
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| Hell, I don’t know the kinda thing she looks for in a man
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| If she knew me, would I even stand a chance?
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| She ain’t heard the sad songs yet
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| Bout the all night whiskey and the cigarettes
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| The long string of hearts, I left cryin'
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| The rock bottom that I hit from flyin'
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| The ones about the messes I’ve made
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| And how it’s hard for a man like me to change
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| I bet she’d run as far as she could get
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| Yeah, she ain’t one of my lines about regret
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| But she ain’t heard the sad songs yet
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| Ain’t heard the sad songs yet
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| She ain’t heard the sad songs yet |