| Several years ago
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| He gave up everything that mattered
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| And rambled off to Nashville Tennessee
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| With a pocket full of country songs
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| And his old guitar
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| He thought that’s where he was supposed to be
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| But the family stood here waiting and his songs
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| Are getting faded
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| There’s probably not a nickel in his jeans
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| But if he don’t get good enough
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| To sing his way back home
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| He knows that he can always count on me
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| Momma is Joe still driving
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| Them old nails out in Colorado
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| Lord I always thought a-lot of him
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| You know maybe someday
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| Me and this old guitar
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| Just might happen to get lucky
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| And I’ll get a chance to go back and visit my old friends
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| Did Sonny get that ranch he always wanted
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| That’s my boy
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| Lord, I used to want to be a cowboy to
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| But I’m still stuck here in Nashville writing songs and getting older
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| Mostly I always think about you
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| I wonder where he’d be right now
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| If he was not a dreamer
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| And if he was just
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| A little more like me
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| He wouldn’t be in Nashville
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| Reaching for the stars
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| And wishing things were like they used to be
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| Mom is Joe still driving
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| Them old nails in Colorado
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| I always thought alot of him
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| Maybe someday
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| Me and this ol guitar
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| Is gonna happen to get lucky
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| And ill come back and visit my old friends
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| Mom did Sonny get that ranch that he always wanted
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| Down by Boulder
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| I used to want to be a cowboy to
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| Mom I’m stuck here in Nashville writing songs and getting older
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| But mostly I been thinking about you |