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After you, I was chasing in a sunset scene That Seger song in the backseat was kinda our thing You drove a Pontiac and my heart crazy If you jumped off that river bank, hell, I'd do the same after you I'd walk into that bar right behind Catch a stare down with some old...

She don't like it, catching cabs downtown The noisy crowd, the people when the bar shuts down She don't like it when it rains, don't like the color gray But if I know anything I know she likes it ridin' all night long Shotgun, next to me A little whiskey when the week's all gone...

It doesn't matter if you grew up above the Mason-Dixon Or down in Dixie If you come from the east side or the west side Of the Mississippi Little farm towns to them high-rise cities Raise 'em up if you're with me If you got the same song coming out of your speakers Got the...

I spent a lot of time underneath the lights down in San Antone Yeah, I make good memories just about everywhere I go Myrtle Beach, South Carolina Sometimes you gotta put it all behind ya But there's one thing that just can't get off my mind When I talk about Georgia It's the color in...

I had one for the good, one for the bye One for the kicking myself all night One for her and all four wheels One for the way her leaving feels Now here it is, time to close Now how 'bout one more before I go? Give me one for the road she's on tonight...

She got a way of lighting up the neon, turning heads She got a thing that turns me on, burning red Something 'bout them blues eyes staring right back in mine I swear I see the light She's a cowboy killer in a shotgun seat Talkin' blonde wildfire holding onto me She got a knock-out...

She don't like this bar She don't like my friends She thinks we party too hard She said it's me or them She said I need to change my ways Boy you got a choice to make So I don't drink anymore Ever since she left I don't drink any more And I don't drink...

Yeah, we drank on it Cranked some Hank on it Got a little crazy, raised a little hell on it Yeah, learned to pray, learned to cuss Throw a party, throw a punch Ain't no hiding where we're from It's on our boots, it's on our trucks It was in that cloud of dust we...

Where's the guy in the steel toes, covered in dirt Just a Rock N Roll T-shirt, headed to work With a pack of Red Man in his pocket He's kinda red, man, but he's rockin' Wears a beat up Tele' and Marshall stack Little Marshall Tucker and a six pack Where's the good ole boys...

I didn't show up to cover up anything Didn't walk through that door to forget about what's-her-name No, I didn't have a bad day It ain't what you think I just came here to drink 'cause it's five o'clock Pour me the good stuff right from the top Here to let out the laughs and...