| Yeah, let me tell ya 'bout a summer fling
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| That turned to a flame
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| That’s gonna last forever
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| One hell of Saturday in Tennessee
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| Turned to for better, or worse
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| Into his and hers
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| You kissed the bride just like the first
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| Time like you did down at that bar
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| And baby we still got that spark
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| Yeah, we were
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| Burning tires, starting fires
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| Loving wide open
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| Like an always lit cigarette
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| Blazing every moment
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| I was floating to heaven as soon as I met ya
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| We were burning tires, starting fires that are still going
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| Still smokin', after all these years
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| Still smokin'
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| Smokin' like a grill at a tailgate
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| Like a girl with some daisy dukes on
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| Yea just like Willie or a red brick chimney
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| Anytime you’re with me we gonna be
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| Yeah, we were
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| Burning tires, starting fires
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| Loving wide open
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| Like an always lit cigarette
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| Blazing every moment
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| I was floating to heaven as soon as I met ya
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| We were burning tires, starting fires that are still going
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| Still smokin', after all these years
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| Still smokin'
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| Yeah, y’all let me tell ya 'bout a summer fling
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| That turned to a flame
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| That’s gonna last forever
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| Yeah, we’re forever
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| Burning tires, starting fires
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| Loving wide open
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| Like an always lit cigarette
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| Blazing every moment
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| I was floating to heaven, as soon as I met ya
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| We were burning tires, starting fires that are still going
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| Still smokin', after all these years
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| Still smokin'
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| Still smokin', after all these years
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| Still smokin' |