| Sun-burned and wondering how I wound up here
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| Edge of a dock and one flip flop, half of six-pack of beer
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| Seems like yesterday I was sitting on top of the world
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| And I watched it all just drive away, no truck, no boat, no girl
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| Laying out there on that water is where we ought to be
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| Instead I’m stuck with no ride home and no you here with me
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| Seems like yesterday I was sitting on top of the world
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| All it takes is one mistake, no truck, no boat, no girl
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| If I could I’d drive a line and catch a bite to eat
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| Put my zip-code in my tackle box or there behind the seat
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| If I could I’d drive a line and catch a bite to eat
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| Put my zip-code in my tackle box or there behind the seat
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| The water’s turning smooth as glass, the sun is going down
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| A red sea regales blowing by making one last lap around
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| Seems like yesterday I was sitting on top of the world
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| I’m just bobbing in the wake, no truck, no boat, no girl
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| Seems like yesterday I was sitting on top of the world
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| Man, ain’t meant to live this way, no truck, no boat, no girl
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| Some things just can’t be replaced, no truck, no boat, no girl |