| Slipped out of town without a handshake or goodbye
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| Just this old guitar, I had stars in my eyes
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| I was playing bars and I was getting girls
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| I wasn’t living right but I was staying high every night
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| Underneath the glow of a neon light
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| One morning I woke up, bottles as far as I could see
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| When I closed my eyes and I drifted back to sleep, I saw
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| The way Mama looked at me, even though I know I had to be hell to raise
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| 'Cause man I raised some hell
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| Heard Daddy say «son get your lazy ass up
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| 'Cause there ain’t no sense in sleeping all day»
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| I thought about the folks back home and how they care about me so
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| It makes me wanna set this bottle down, almost
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| Through the haze of a smoky old saloon
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| I saw a girl cuttin' me a grin from across the room
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| And I swear she had wings
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| She loved to hear me play guitar and I loved to watch her dance and I loved to
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| hear her sing
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| One night she laid down the law, told me that I had to make a choice
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| When I closed my eyes and I listened to her voice I saw
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| The first time we held hands
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| I saw the first time that we danced
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| I saw that one night on the creek
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| And that night you snuck out of your dorm
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| And met me down on Mountain Street
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| Thought about that Summer we spent down on the coast
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| Made me wanna set this bottle down, almost
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| One last time I found myself down and out
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| I was just outside of Birmingham, in some no-name town
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| I couldn’t recall the night before, when I drank myself to sleep
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| So I threw on this old ball cap, and stumbled out into the street
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| Too many nights of the same old same
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| I got lost in this damn crowd
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| But when I packed up this old guitar case I took one last look around, and I saw
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| That old barn, where I kept my first truck
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| And I walked my bird dog Bo past the pond where we killed our first duck
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| I saw Grandpa’s garden, I can still see them pretty vines
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| But it’s been some time, since they’ve held of muscadine
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| Thought about how Grandma’s house still smells the same
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| Even though it’s been a few years now, since I’ve seen her face
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| So I raised my glass up for one last toast
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| I finally set this bottle down, almost |