| A 40 HP Johnson on a flat bottom metal boat
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| Coke cans and BB guns, barbed wire and old fence posts
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| 8-point bucks in autumn and freshly cut cornfields
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| One arm out the window and one hand on the wheel
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| Some things just go better together and probably always will
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| Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise, Sunday drives and time to kill
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| What’s the point of this ol' guitar if it ain’t got no strings?
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| Or pourin' your heart into a song that you ain’t gonna sing?
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| It’s a match made up in heaven, like good ol' boys and beer
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| And me, as long as you’re right here
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| Your license in my wallet when we go out downtown
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| Your lipstick’s stained every coffee cup that I got in this house
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| The way you say, «I love you, too» is like rain on an old tin roof
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| And your hand fits right into mine like a needle in a groove
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| Some things just go better together and probably always will
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| Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise, Sunday drives and time to kill
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| What’s the point of this ol' guitar if it ain’t got no strings?
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| Or pourin' your heart into a song that you ain’t gonna sing?
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| It’s a match made up in heaven, like good ol' boys and beer
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| And me, as long as you’re right here
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| Sometimes we’re oil and water, but I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| And if I’m being honest, your first and my last name
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| Would just sound better together and probably always will
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| Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise, Sunday drives and time to kill
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| What’s the point of this ol' guitar if it ain’t got no strings?
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| Or pourin' your heart into a song that you ain’t gonna sing?
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| It’s a match made up in heaven, like good ol' boys and beer
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| And me, as long as you’re right here
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| And me, as long as you’re right here |