| She never slowed danced in a smokey bar to the sound of a fiddle and steel
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| guitar
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| But she was down to try, that very first night
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| She was west coast crazy 'bout my southern draw
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| Had to laugh when she gave me her best hey y’all
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| Yeah, a girl like that, may never come back
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| I hope every now and then her mind goes south
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| When that sun goes down on her sea side town
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| And boardwalk lights remind her of us on Broadway
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| And if she’s starin' at the stars on the coast tonight
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| Picturing the Tennessee fireflies, that I’m lookin' at now
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| I hope she knows, I’m somewhere San Diego
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| There’s two thousand twenty one miles between this riverbank rock and her chair
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| on the beach
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| Even when I’m here, I’m way out there
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| I hope every now and then her mind goes South
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| When that sun goes down on her sea side town
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| And boardwalk lights remind her of us on Broadway
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| And if she’s starin' at the stars on the coast tonight
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| Picturing the Tennessee fireflies, that I’m lookin' at now
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| I hope she knows, I’m somewhere San Diego
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| I’m somewhere San Diego
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| California Tennessee I’m there with you, you’re here with me
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| When I go, somewhere San Diego
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| California Tennessee I’m there with you, you’re here with me
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| When I go, somewhere San Diego
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| California Tennessee I’m there with you, you’re here with me
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| When I go, somewhere San Diego
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| Somewhere San Diego… |