| Kickin' at the gravel in the parking lot
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| Runnin' cross the street to the record shop
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| Talkin' to my buddy 'bout some hip-hop tune
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| Hotter than a firework and it’s still June
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| Sun’s about to burn itself right outta the sky
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| Guess we’ll all be lucky if we don’t fry
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| And the preacher’s baptizing at the river bend
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| Wash the dust off of Dixie start all over again
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| It was Saturday night and I swore I’d never leave her
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| We had the Hossman blastin' on the radio receiver
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| They say history plays tricks she’s a real deceiver
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| She gave me something from her heart back then
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| Made me a true believer
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| Yeah, and I believed every little word we said
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| Whisper through the sycamores in my head
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| Did we really drive her daddy’s truck across Dry Creek
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| Well, my hands started shakin' as my knees went weak
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| Then we pulled back in the woods and shut the headlights off
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| Aw, girl how’d you ever get your hair so soft
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| I can’t see what I’m doin' don’t know if I should
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| I can’t see what I’m doin' Lord it sure feels good
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| It was Saturday night and I swore I’d never leave her
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| We had the Hossman blastin' on the radio receiver
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| They say history plays tricks she’s a real deceiver
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| She gave me something from her heart back then
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| Made me a true believer
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| I’m a true believer and I’m lookin' for a sign
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| That she can still hear this heart of mine
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| Beatin' to the rhythm of the rock and roll
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| I’m a true believer that the girl’s got soul
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| Now I’m back in Alabama by that river bend
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| Where that preacher’s baptizing his flock again
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| Now we had some bad times and a little luck
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| And her daddy gave us that old pick-up truck
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| And we drove it on up to Birmingham
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| And we bought ourselves a pair of matching wedding bands
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| Hey Lord, that was almost twenty-eight years ago
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| And we still got the Hossman on the radio
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| It was Saturday night and I swore I’d never leave her
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| We had the Hossman blastin' on the radio receiver
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| They say history plays tricks she’s a real deceiver
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| She gave me something from her heart back then
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| Made me a true believer
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| True Believer
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| A true believer
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| She made me a true believer
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| Yes, I’m a true believer… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song True Believer , by - Ronnie Milsap. Song from the album True Believer, in the genre Кантри