| I spent a summer down south
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| Working for the county, trying to save for school
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| I blew it all like a damn fool on women and beer
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| I didn’t have the grades
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| But I had myself a major league fastball
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| Got a call from the minor leagues in Wichita
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| And blew out my arm the first year, haha yeah
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| Well, I took a good look at my life
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| And decided I’d make a change
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| Booked me a flight on an airplane
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| I was third world Peace Corps bound
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| But I met me a stewardess waiting right there
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| In the airport bar, before I knew it I was in her car
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| And never turned around
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| Well, maybe I’m reckless, maybe bad luck
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| Hell, maybe I’m way too much about having fun
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| I’ll send you a postcard, send me your love
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| Just don’t give up on me yet, I’m still growing up
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| I went to work for my uncle on the coast
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| At a club called the Hot Spot
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| We took our breaks on the boat docks
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| And I got fired for smoking pot
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| With the beach right there
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| I guess surfing was the logical next move
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| But I got mouthy with the wrong dude
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| And got my damn jaw tattooed
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| Well, maybe I’m reckless, maybe bad luck
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| Hell maybe I’m way too much about having fun
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| I’ll send you a postcard, send me your love
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| Just don’t give up on me yet, I’m still growing up
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| All right
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| I bought an old guitar
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| With cash from a good hand of blackjack
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| Learned a few chords from a fat-back
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| Hairy man named Pete
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| I got a local gig on the weekends
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| In some old honky-tonk
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| Singing two hours of nothing but Cash songs
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| And I could always drink for free
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| And some so-called big-wig producer man
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| Started sniffing around
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| He told me he liked my sound
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| But there was something holding me back
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| He said a rhinestone suit and a cowboy hat outta do the trick
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| I told him I had something he could stick, way on up his ass
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| Well, maybe I’m reckless, maybe bad luck
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| Hell maybe I’m way too much about having fun
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| I’ll send you a postcard, send me your love
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| Just don’t give up on me yet, I’m still growing up
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| I’ll send you a postcard, send me your love
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| Just don’t give up on me yet, I’m still growing up
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| All right
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| But don’t give up on me yet
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| I know I might take a little time
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| But I’m gonna come around
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| I just feel like I’ve still got a few things
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| I gotta get out of my system |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reckless (Still Growin' Up) , by - Kip Moore. Song from the album Up All Night, in the genre Кантри