| Burned tire marks, hometown street
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| Red Trans Am, bad boy streak
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| Head held high, little too proud
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| Turned 18, got the hell out
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| I was ready to show 'em all a thing or two
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| Thank God for you
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| Jack on the rocks, Skynyrd bar band
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| College dropout, no kinda plan
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| Holes in my boots, one pair of jeans
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| American girls, Mexican weed
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| Sure 'nough bound for nowhere
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| That’s the truth
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| Thank God for you
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| I thank God there’s angels for young wild rebels
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| Girls who can dance you away from the devil
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| And make my world spin 'round the way you do
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| I thank God for the days on the front porch swinging
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| Holding your hand, the whole time thinking how lucky I am
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| Thank God for you
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| Woah, woah
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| Pawn shop guitar turned up loud
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| Jar full of tips, beer drinking crowds
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| Feel right at home up on the stage
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| Songs about you, hell that I raised
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| I still got a wild hair or two, yeah
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| Thank God for you
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| I thank God there’s angels for young wild rebels
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| Girls who can dance you away from the devil
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| Make my world spin around the way you do
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| I thank God for the days just a-front porch swinging
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| Holding your hand, the whole time thinking how lucky I am
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| Thank God for you
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| Woah, woah
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| Woah, woah
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| I thank God there’s angels for young wild rebels
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| Girls who can dance you away from the devil
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| Make my world spin around the way you do
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| I thank God for the days just a-front porch swinging
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| Holding your hand, the whole time thinking how lucky I am
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| Thank God for you (Thank God for you) |