| Well, let me tell you 'bout this s*** a** town
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| It’s like a handful of come unwound
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| It’s like a lost case of being found
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| So baby roll your window down
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| Well, I spent last night starin' at the moon
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| Prayin' that you’d be back soon
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| Well I laid down where I laid with you
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| Then I went back and laid in my room
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| You gotta keep movin' on
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| Gotta keep rollin' round
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| I been smokin' that ol' reefer down
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| I got a lost case of bein' found
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| It’s like a handful of come unwound
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| Let me tell you 'bout this little girl I know
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| She got blue eyes and a ways to go
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| She got a handful of I don’t know
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| She’s crazy in the head you know
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| She’s a lot like this one horse town
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| It’s like a handful of come unwound
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| It’s like a lost case of bein' found
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| So baby roll your window down
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| You gotta keep movin' on
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| You gotta keep rollin' round
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| I been smokin' that ol' whiskey down
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| I got a lost case of bein' found
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| It’s like a handful of come unwound
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| Well I spent last night starin' at the moon
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| Prayin' that you’d be back soon
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| Well I laid down where I laid with you
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| Then I went back and laid in my room
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| You gotta keep movin' on
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| You gotta keep rollin' round
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| I been smokin' that ol' whiskey down
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| I got a lost case of bein' found
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| It’s like a handful of come unwound |