| Don’t hang out with that Morgan boy, that’s what Moma said
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| You’ll wind up with a bunch of bad habits and jail or maybe dead
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| But cars in the front seat aimin' that shotgun
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| Bout to take a stop sign down
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| I blow through the four-way
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| Boom goes the twelve gauge, Moma it’s too late now
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| It’s too late to take it back, guess what’s done is done
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| I guess I should have listened but I never listened
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| Cause that ain’t near as fun
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| So I keep livin' every day I’m given like time is runnin' out
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| If I was gonna change I’d already changed, I reckin' it’s too late now
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| I picked up my baby on the court house road, headed down to courtesy creek
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| There were jacked up Jeeps, Fords, and Chevys, bare bout hell indeed
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| My baby said, «Don't you do it, don’t you dare go through it.»
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| But I laid the pedal down. |
| It started out good til I couldn’t see the hood
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| I said, «Honey it’s too late now.»
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| It’s too late to take it back, guess what’s done is done
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| I guess I should have listened but I never listened
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| Cause that ain’t near as fun
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| So I keep livin' every day I’m given like time is runnin' out
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| If I was gonna change I’d already changed, I reckin' it’s too late now
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| It took two chains and one big tractor to pull that truck of mine
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| I nearly blew a gasket flyin' down the highway tryin'
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| To get her home on time
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| Her daddy was waitin', said
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| «This'll be the last time you’ll be comin' around.»
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| But he didn’t see her hug me
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| Tell me that she loved me. |
| Daddy it’s too late now
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| It’s too late to take it back, guess what’s done is done
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| I guess I should have listened but I never listened
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| Cause that ain’t near as fun
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| So I keep livin' every day I’m given like time is runnin' out
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| If I was gonna change I’d already changed, I reckin' it’s too late now |