| She used to sit in the passenger seat
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| Tappin' on the dash with her bare feet
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| Poppin' that gum and paintin' her toenails blue
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| She’d turn on the radio and crank it up
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| That girl could never get it loud enough
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| She’d make up words to songs she thought she knew
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| Yeah saturday nights we’d lead the parade
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| Of tricked out Fords and Chevrolets
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| We’d cruise through town and head down to the lake
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| Well I was hangin' with the boys a little bit later
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| Talkin' 'bout tires and carburetors
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| When I happened to see my whole world drive away
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| Now I’ve got nothin' but taillights
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| Nothin' but goodbye
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| Nothin' but leavin', goin' on
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| And I’m nothin' but sorry
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| Got nothin' but memories
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| She’s nothin' but taillights, gone
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| I ain’t saying she stole that car
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| But that was May and this is March
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| And all I get are tickets in the mail
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| She was doin' eighty-five in Tennessee
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| Clocked in Kansas doin' ninety-three
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| I just hope she lets me post her bail
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| 'Cause I’ve got nothin' but taillights
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| Nothin' but goodbye
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| Nothin' but leavin', goin' on
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| And I’m nothin' but sorry
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| Got nothin' but memories
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| She’s nothin' but taillights, gone
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| Now I’ve got nothin' but taillights
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| Nothin' but goodbye
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| Nothin' but leavin', goin' on
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| And I’m nothin' but sorry
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| Got nothin' but memories
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| She’s nothin' but taillights, gone
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| Lord, she’s nothin' but taillights gone |