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Your shades on my dashboard, shoes on my floorboard
Lived in that old Chevrolet
We were two Roman candles, too hot to handle
Two hearts that couldn’t be tamed

Happy birthday America
It’s the 4th of July
I get to wake up in your freedom
But sometimes I wonder why

Yeah back in the high school, yeah they’re so cool
Letterman jackets in the parking lot
Dragging on a Camel light, back behind the Five and Dime
Praying that they never get caught

Old man says you’d better get used to sittin’ around
The days are gonna come
When your body starts to hold you down
You best get it in while you’re young

Look out the window
Out in the street
It burns like a banjo
Bring on the heat

Walked in I was feeling kind of nervous
Then you said my name I didn’t have a doubt
Cause your southern drawl fell right out
Wildcats were playing on the TV

Oh, the glory of true love
Is a wild and precious thing
It don’t grow on old magnolias
Or only blossom in the spring

If I were magic
You’d be mystery
We’d keep em on the edge of their seats
If I were a Gibson

One, two, three
Coffee cup, cold and black
Wish you had a little shot of jack
Besides that, can’t complain

(What if we did? What if we did?)
(What if we did? What if we did?)
(What if we did? What if we did?)
(What if we did? What if we did?)

Ooh, I ain’t heard this song in a minute
I forget who sings it but I remember turnin’ it up
Showing you how my bass could shake the rear view
Remember you chewed ice breakers next to me at church

Hey
Smoke rings in a dark room
Broke heart on a bar stool
Ash tray full of burnt out ciga-regrets

Aye
My girl is bangin’
She’s so low maintenance
Don’t need no champagne poppin’ entertainment

Hope you made it out, we’re safe and sound
Hope your Honda didn’t break down
And you took time to walk around
Joshua Tree

I tell you right here, if I was Shane McAnally, what I’d do
I’ll tell you what I’d do, I’d put right here, I’d put
(Let’s go)
I like beers cheap and cold

Ayy
My girl is bangin’, she’s so low maintenance
Don’t need no champagne-poppin’ entertainment
Take her to Wendy’s, can’t keep her off me

Ay, slow ride down Old Shell Road
Holding hands at the center console
Baby, how they just fit that right
Like a small town and a Saturday night

I hated when dad picked up his briefcase
‘Cause that meant that he was leavin’
But I loved the sound that his keychain made
When he got home in the evenin’

Sixteen, six strings, I could barely play it
Loved you but I didn’t know just how to say it
Tailgate serenade I was nervous
Sweating Keith Whitley, but hey, I guess it worked, ’cause

Uh, I met Craig at a church called Redeeming Grace
It’s like he understood my «I don’t wanna be here» face
I didn’t bow my head, not one single prayer
But he just shook my hand, said «I’m glad you’re here»

We sit out there on that porch swing
It don’t phase you that it’s pouring rain
And I kinda like that you ain’t afraid
To get mud on your boots

Ay, people think I’m crazy
And sometimes I believe ’em
Ain’t the best singer in the world
But I can’t stop singing

Well, it is what it is, till it ain’t, I guess
I try to learn from my mistakes but I ain’t there yet
You never know when it’s the last second chance you’ll get
Should’ve have paid more attention all the times you said

Don’t let your heart let go of love, babe
Don’t you let it get away
Don’t let the dark shade your shine
Gotta lose yourself sometimes and dance out in the rain

My granddad’s pride and joy was a ’49 Ford
Much as he loved grandma he loved that old truck more
I thought it was time that I took it for a stroll
I had a big old pair for a boy just eight years old

Came into the world on it
They’ll bury me six feet down in the ground when I’m gone in it
It’s where I grew up, I’ve lived and loved and prayed
It’s where I wanna be on my last dying day

I’ve built an empire
On a beach of shifting sand
To see the walls go down so fast
I thought it was the end

It might cost you a little cash
A little time, a tank of gas
Drive right past your hometown
Find that house you first fell in love in

Don’t keep my boots by the door no more
There’s nowhere I need to be that fast
People keep asking what I settled down for
Finally found something I wanna make last

Just «I love you», it just won’t do
I’m gonna need a needle and a groove
I need more than words to make this work
And tell the whole loving you truth

There’s an old rural route two-lane
Take it out past where the radio just can’t
Past the river bridge with a rope swing
And a mailbox painted all John Deere green

Another picture-perfect morning
Sun just sitting on the water
Carrying my cares out farther
Working ’em towards the blue

We’re all in the same boat
Fishing in the same hole
Wondering where the same time goes
We’re all in the same boat

Got my first keys to freedom
She had a sweet smile with her hair in the wind
And my hand on her knee made me king of the world
For a little while, yeah she was something back then

There’s no steel on the factory line
No crops in the field
No singing on the stage
Yeah, we know how you feel

I remember driving my S-10 truck
Sometimes I wish I had it back
That butterfly feeling just picking you up
I wish I had it back

A sad song sounds sadder
On an old Gibson
It only gets better
Played a thousand times