| This Silverado seat feels empty without you in it
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| I still fly down them dirt roads we used to ride down, gets my Goodyear’s
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| spinnin'
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| Might get your name in a tattoo
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| Doggone, I miss you
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| This king size bed has too much space without you in it
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| I wander around watercolor memories, my head is spinnin'
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| Yeah, I think I’ll get that tattoo
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| Doggone, I miss you
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| If there’s one spot of sun on a porch up there
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| I bet you’re lyin' right in it
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| Yeah, if angels wear Red Wing boots
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| I bet one turns up missin'
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| If there’s a Chevy I bet you’re shotgunnin'
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| If there’s a mailman, I bet he’s runnin'
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| If there’s huntin' and fishin' in heaven
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| I hope the good Lord let’s you tag along
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| Doggone it, amen
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| Doggone, man’s best friend
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| Waitin' to catch that first yellow bus, yeah, you knew I was scared
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| So you waited with me and when I got back, you were waitin' right there
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| 'Cause that’s what best friends do
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| Doggone, I miss you
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| My first kiss and you didn’t like the girl, guess you knew somethin' I didn’t
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| know
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| One heartbreak later I guess you were right, you barked, «I told you so»
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| Aw, colorblind but you could see the truth
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| Doggone, I miss you
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| If there’s one spot of sun on a porch up there
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| I bet you’re lyin' right in it
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| Yeah, if angels wear Red Wing boots
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| I bet one turns up missin'
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| If there’s a Chevy I bet you’re shotgunnin'
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| If there’s a mailman, I bet he’s runnin'
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| If there’s huntin' and fishin' in heaven
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| I hope the good Lord let’s you tag along
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| Doggone it, amen
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| Doggone, man’s best friend
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| And I know you’ll be waitin' for me at the pearly white picket fence
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| And I’ll miss you 'ol buddy till then
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| Doggone, man’s best friend
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| Doggone it, amen |