| Sad songs sound sadder
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| On an old Gibson
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| It only gets better
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| Played a thousand times
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| Like an old Georgia pine can’t pick up and run from its roots
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| Home is still home, no matter which road you choose
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| You can’t put reins on a wild palomino
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| You won’t see an old cowboy cry
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| Long as God’s still in church
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| And hard work still works
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| And this collar on my shirt’s still blue
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| I’ll never stop lovin' you
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| A broke heart keeps breaking
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| Sitting at a bar
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| Whiskey’s a band-aid
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| It just leaves more scars
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| Like an old Georgia pine can’t pick up and run from its roots
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| Home is still home, no matter which road you choose
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| You can’t put reins on a wild palomino
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| You won’t make a rolling stone stay
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| Long as God’s still at church
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| And hard work still works
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| And that collar on my shirt’s still blue
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| I’ll never stop lovin' you
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| I can’t change your mind
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| Can’t change the weather
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| If you need some time to run free
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| I made you a promise
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| For worse or for better
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| Even though missing you’s killin' me
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| You can’t put reins on a wild palomino
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| And you won’t see this old cowboy cry
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| Long as God’s still in church
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| And hard work still works
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| And that collar on my shirt’s still blue
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| I’ll never stop lovin' you
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| I’ll never stop lovin' you |