| You said the way my blue eyes shined
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| Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
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| I said: «That's a lie»
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| Just a boy in a Chevy truck
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| That had a tendency of gettin' stuck
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| On backroads at night
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| An' I was right there beside him all summer long
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| An' then the time we woke up to find that summer’d gone
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| But when you think: Tim McGraw
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| I hope you think my favorite song
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| The one we danced to all night long:
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| The moon like a spotlight on the lake
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| When you think happiness
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| I hope you think: «That little black dress»
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| Think of my head on your chest
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| An' my old faded blue jeans
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| When you think Tim McGraw
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| I hope you think of me
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| September saw a month of tears
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| An' thankin' God that you weren’t here
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| To see me like that
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| But in a box beneath my bed
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| Is a letter that you never read
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| From three summers back
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| It’s hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet
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| An' lookin' back on all of that, it’s nice to believe:
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| When you think: Tim McGraw
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| I hope you think my favorite song
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| The one we danced to all night long:
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| The moon like a spotlight on the lake
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| When you think happiness
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| I hope you think: «That little black dress»
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| Think of my head on your chest
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| An' my old faded blue jeans
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| When you think Tim McGraw
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| I hope you think of me
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| And I’m back for the first time since then:
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| I’m standin' on your street,
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| An' there’s a letter left on your doorstep
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| An' the first thing that you’ll read:
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| Is: «When you think: Tim McGraw
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| «I hope you think my favorite song»
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| Some day you’ll turn your radio on
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| I hope it takes you back to that place
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| When you think happiness
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| I hope you think: «That little black dress»
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| Think of my head on your chest
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| An' my old faded blue jeans
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| When you think Tim McGraw
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| I hope you think of me
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| Oh, think of me mmmm
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| You said the way my blue eyes shined,
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| Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
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| I said: «That's a lie» |