| Gimme me a boat, middle of may high of seventy-five
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| Gulf coast wind, reeling in something big on my line
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| Sunset dripping like a candle over the pier
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| And I’d wish I was here
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| Gimme a spot, barstool view, bulls eye up on the wall
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| Ring a smoke, anything goes, a quarter after last call
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| Halfway gone, petty song, all night long atmosphere
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| I’d wish I was here
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| Blue eyes all mine in my t-shirt
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| Sleepy head on my chest saying three words
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| Girl my greener grass is anywhere you’re at
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| By the time I hit the tracks on the edge of town
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| I’m shifting gears, hitting brakes, turning back around
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| I could kick up some dust on the road anywhere
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| But then again I’d just wish I was here
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| Give me gasoline, seventeen, Carolina coastline
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| Or that fight song, 4th and long under Friday night lights
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| Take me back to glory days, any place, any year
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| I’d wish I was here
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| Blue eyes all mine in my t-shirt
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| Sleepy head on my chest saying three words
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| Girl my greener grass is anywhere you’re at
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| By the time I hit the tracks on the edge of town
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| I’m shifting gears, hitting brakes, turning back around
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| I could kick up some dust on the road anywhere
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| But then again I’d just wish I was here
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| Gold street white lights when heaven says it’s my turn
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| Calls me home, all I know, if I got to go first
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| Blue eyes all mine in my t-shirt
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| Sleepy head on my chest saying three words
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| Girl my greener grass is anywhere you’re at
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| By the time I hit the tracks on the edge of town
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| I’m shifting gears, hitting brakes, turning back around
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| I could kick up some dust on the road anywhere
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| But then again I’d just wish I was here |