| Somewhere in a small town there’s a bag gettin' packed
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| In a bedroom at the far end of a gravel cul de sac
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| Somewhere ridin' shotgun there’s some Army green fatigues
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| On a pin drop quiet drive with a tear in every seat
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| At that empty airport gate, there’s a soldier sayin', «Hey»
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| «Drink one for me, on Friday night
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| Throw 'em back and laugh and tip the band I like
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| Drink one for me, and remember why
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| I’m doin' what I’m doin' when you raise 'em high
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| While I’m where I need to be, drink one for me»
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| Somewhere in the static in a half a world away
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| There’s a tired voice on the phone sayin', «Everything's okay»
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| «And if that weather holds up go load up that boat of mine
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| Head on out to Flat Rock point and drop a couple lines
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| They say I’ll get home soon, but 'til I do»
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| «Drink one for me, on Friday night
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| Throw 'em back and laugh and tip the band I like
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| Drink one for me, and remember why
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| I’m doin' what I’m doin' when you raise 'em high
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| While I’m where I need to be, drink one for me»
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| Somewhere there’s a crowded corner downtown bar tonight
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| With a bunch of ice cold amber bottles raised in the neon light
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| «Drink one for me, on Friday night
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| Throw 'em back and laugh and tip the band I like
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| Drink one for me, and remember why
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| I’m doin' what I’m doin' when you raise 'em high
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| While I’m where I need to be, drink one for me»
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| Yeah drink one for me
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| Drink one for me
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| Drink one for me |