| If I was fourteen, that’d make you thirty-nine
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| On Greers Ferry Lake, there for the summer time
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| You knew I had your car out driving on my own
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| That six-foot digit sure did cut clear across the road
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| Don’t you know?
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| Well here we go
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| You taught me how to drive before the age of 12
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| Why they dug that ditch there Lord I can never tell
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| Weeds on the gravel road taller than a man
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| When I hopped that six-foot ditch that car never stood a chance
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| You understand?
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| Well God damn
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| I’m older now then you were then
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| You raised us boys up to be good men
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| I think about it now
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| The car in the ditch and that long walk back to the house
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| Driving the neighbor kids we’re all stuffed in the hatchback
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| Matthew riding shotgun and not one got a scratch
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| It was clear that car wasn’t going anywhere
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| When you finally found us you didn’t even yell
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| You could tell
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| It wouldn’t help
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| I’m older now than you were then
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| You raised us boys up to be good men
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| I think about it now
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| The car in the ditch and a long walk back to the house
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| Was a little more than a pig trail
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| Was driving like a bat out of hell
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| It sure was a doggone shame
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| That car never was the same
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| What doggone shame
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| Oh Lord
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| If I was fourteen, that’d make you thirty-nine
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| Another night could save the day, could make it right
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| Throttle open wide
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| Now what a sight
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| I’m older now than you were then
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| You raised us boys up to be good men
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| A father now and I know some way
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| I got it coming back to me one day
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| I think about it now
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| The car in the ditch and that long walk back to the house |