| 65-South, the quickest way from Nashville to my house
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| And I-20 is, the quickest way to get you back to me
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| I’ve sang in every bar that this town has to play
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| With all this runnin' I still ain’t found my way
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| Back with you, when I do
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| I want Grandma in the garden
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| Grandaddy out there on the lake
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| You can follow me leavin' a trail of beer cans clear of the intersate
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| You standin' in that gravel drive in the last dress that you had on
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| It’s like I’ve been here all along
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| A time or two, I’ve lied to you
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| Made you think things of me, we both know wasn’t true
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| Once or twice, I took advice
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| The devil in this bottle tellin' me what I should do
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| I’ve drank every shot that this bar has to pour
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| It’s finally come that time that I can’t hold anymore
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| I wanna go home and I hope
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| That Grandma’s in the garden
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| Grandaddy’s out there on the lake
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| You can follow me leavin' a trail of beer cans clear of the intersate
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| You standin' in that gravel drive in the last dress that you had on
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| It’s like I’ve been here all along
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| Lord knows I’ve had my share of sin
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| If I get to Heaven, if they let me in
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| I want Grandma in the garden
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| Grandaddy out there on the lake
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| You can follow me leavin' a trail of beer cans clear to the pearly gate
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| You standin' in that gravel drive in the last dress that you had on
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| Like I’ve been here all along
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| Like I’ve been here all along |