| I catch my buzz in the black of night
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| Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows
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| If I loose my cool in the open and it shows
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| That I’m down and I ain’t alright
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| I search my soul where there is no moon
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| The trees all cross and are covered in moss
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| If the crickets wanna know then I’ll tell them what I lost
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| Oh, I got the tailgate blues
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| I ain’t sure were it all began
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| Somewhere 'round here I know
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| This bridge was a little more crowded then
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| I was playing her a tailgate show
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| And now I’m just sittin' here alone
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| To catch my buzz in the black of night
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| Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows
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| If I loose my cool in the open and it shows
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| That I’m down and I ain’t alright
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| I search my soul where there is no moon
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| The trees all cross and are covered in moss
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| If the crickets wanna know then I’ll tell them what I lost
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| Oh I’ve got the tailgate blues
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| Damn that AM radio
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| For playing more than a song
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| My heart won’t beat if the strings are broke
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| The melody’s hittin' me wrong
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| Right here where she belongs
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| I catch my buzz in the black of night
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| Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows
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| If I loose my cool in the open and it shows
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| That I’m down and I ain’t alright
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| I search my soul where there is no moon
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| The trees all cross and are covered in moss
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| If the crickets wanna know then I’ll tell them what I lost
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| Oh, I got the tailgate blues
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| The crickets heard my story and I listened to em sing
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| I guess I’ll close the tailgate up
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| There ain’t no telling what tomorrow might bring
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| Maybe me and a Dixie cup
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| But that won’t be enough…
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| Yes I catch my buzz in the black of night
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| Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows
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| If I loose my cool in the open and it shows
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| That I’m down and I ain’t alright
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| I search my soul where there is no moon
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| The trees all cross and are covered in moss
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| If the crickets wanna know then I’ll tell them what I lost
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| Oh, I got the tailgate blues
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| I catch my buzz in the black of night
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| Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows
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| If I loose my cool in the open and it shows
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| That I’m down and I ain’t alright |