| Everybody’s talking 'bout heaven, like they just can’t wait to go
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| Saying how it’s gonna be so good, so beautiful
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| And there was something 'bout the way the blue lights were shining
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| Bringing out the freedom in your eyes, it was so
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| Innocent, you were stealing my heart
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| I fell in love in the back of a cop car
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| Oh my god, this is my song
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| I’ve been listening to the radio all night long
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| Sitting 'round, waiting for it to come on
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| And here it is
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| Girl, you got that beat right
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| Killin' in your Levis
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| High off your love, it’s got me buzzin' like a streelight
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| It’s too early out in Cali, baby, don’t you wanna rally again?
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| When I taste tequila
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| Oh, baby, I still see ya'
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| Cuttin' up the floor in a sorority t-shirt
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| The same one you wore when we were
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| Then I woke up, oh, oh
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| Still drunk, drunk
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| On your love, love, love
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| On your love, love, love
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| Shes got the blue jeans painted on tight
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| That everybody wants on a Saturday night
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| She got the mood ring, it’s never the same
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| Sunny one minute then she’s pouring down rain
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| And it goes like ooh, ooh, what I wouldn’t do
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| To write my name on your heart, get you wrapped in my arms baby
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| All around you
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| It’s at 2 A.M. |
| when she’s reaching over
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| Faded t-shirt hanging off her shoulder
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| Dressed up, hair down, in a ball cap
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| Yep, yep
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| In case you didn’t know
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| Baby, I’m crazy bout you
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| And I would be lying if I said
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| That I could live this life without you
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| She got the best of me
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| She broke my heart
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| Now all that’s left of me
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| Is beating in this guitar
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| So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel
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| Rock me, mama, anyway you feel
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| Hey, mama, rock me
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| You know I like my chicken fried
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| A cold beer on a Friday night
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| A pair of jeans that fit just right fight
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| And the radio up
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| And I’ma take my horse to the old town road
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| I’m gonna ride 'til I can’t no more
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| Gonna take my horse to the old town road
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| I’m gonna ride 'til I can’t no more
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| Got this brand new Chevy with a lift kit
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| Look a hell of a lot better with you up in it
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| C’mon, baby, you a song
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| You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise
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| No matter where we go
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| No matter what we do
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| If you’re there, girl, I’ve got my eyes on you
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| Don’t matter where we’ve been
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| No, there ain’t no better view
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| Than you in my arms with my eyes on you |