| Walk in the morning with worn out shoes
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| Got the rocking pneumonia and the boggy woogy blues
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| And its cold on the street and all I can do is grin
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| I left your house with my hair all a mess
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| And all I could think of is your blue summer dress
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| And the way that you kiss me
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| And the way that your kiss had a way
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| Oh those good ole days
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| Back at your house you invite all your kin
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| They gather round watchin' gone with the wind
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| Grandpa says frankly I dont give a damn if you do
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| Yeah but I knew your mama and I knew your pa
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| Yeah we grew up together down in old arkansas
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| We used to climb trees and hold hands as we fall in the lake
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| Oh those good ole days
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| Oh those good ole days
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| Yeah well you used to call me when you couldn’t sleep
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| Yeah and I would come over to your front porch and drink
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| Yeah and you would sit down on the front porch swing and swing
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| We’d leave for a weekend and meet on the lawn
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| Yeah me and the boys would start singing some songs
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| If you drink enough wine yeah you’d sing along as you swayed
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| Oh those good ole days
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| Walk in the morning with worn out shoes
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| Got the rocking pneumonia and the boggy woogy blues
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| And its cold on the street and all I can do is grin
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| I left your house with my hair all a mess
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| And all I could think of is your blue summer dress
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| And the way that you kiss me
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| And the way that your kiss had a way |