| Me 'n' you are like the first George Strait record
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| Just getting started got a long way to go
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| I like the way we sound, yeah, somethin' tells me
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| We’re sittin' on a classic, baby, sittin' on gold
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| So let’s raise one to the sky for you and me
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| The sky’s the limit as far as I can see
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| Think about all them floors we ain’t danced on
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| All the slow songs we ain’t pressed play on
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| All the beaches and the beds we ain’t crashed on
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| All the everything we ain’t scratched the surface on
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| Baby, here’s to the good times we got left
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| And the beers we ain’t drank yet
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| Woah, woah
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| Every kiss is getting' better just like they’re gettin' longer
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| And this ain’t even good as it gets
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| Every feelin' that we’re feelin' is only gettin' stronger
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| Chalk another night up that we’ll never forget, yeah
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| Think about all them floors we ain’t danced on
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| All the slow songs we ain’t pressed play on
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| All the beaches and the beds we ain’t crashed on
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| All the everything we ain’t scratched the surface on
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| Baby, here’s to the good times we got left
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| And the beers we ain’t drank yet |