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The corner cafe,
She scrapes some quarters off the table,
Says thanks yeah now maybe I'll be able,
To get that black Mercedes,
I've been saving for,
The other girls say,
You outta undue a couple buttons,
Start showing off a little something,
She says naw you go ahead,
Think I'd rather stay poor,
See I'm just making rent,
She said this ain't where my road ends
Chorus
This may not be my town,
It'll do for now,
Til I can figure out,
Who I am,
Where I'm going,
Shes slinging eggs and bacon,
With a college education
Just hanging out and waiting,
For a better plan,
Shes ok not knowing,
Shes young,
And the worlds wide open.
There's a rusty old ford,
Lives out back behind the diner,
Sitting there waiting on her to make her mind up,
It tends to sling a little gravel,
And take her who knows where,
Maybe head out west,
It's in Gods hands I guess.
Chorus
She throws down that apron,
Takes the money shes been making,
Her life's out there waiting,
Got a better plan,
That's where shes going,
Shes young,
And the worlds wide open.
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I can't count the barns I've past
Painted red, white and black
See Rock city
And up ahead there's a turn
Take me right through Gatlinberg
I hear it's pretty
Maybe some other time
I can't slow down
Right across that state line
Right about now
Her hair's still wet from her bath
She's sittin' on the front porch
With a glass of iced tea
In my sweat shirt and her bare feet
This I gotta see
If I hurry I can catch
The colors on her skin from that sunset
And her face and that love waitin' on me
This I gotta see, this I gotta see
I can't wait to get to her
Man, I wish I were there already
She's the only thing that keeps
This world from drivin' me crazy
I just hit that city limit
Yeah and that a pretty good sign
If I pick it up a bit
I'll be right on time
Her hair's still wet from her bath
She's sittin' on the front porch
With a glass of iced tea
In my sweat shirt and her bare feet
This I gotta see
If I hurry I can catch
The colors on her skin from that sunset
And her face and that love waitin' on me
This I gotta see, this I gotta see, yeah
Her hair's still wet from her bath
She's sittin' on the front porch
With a glass of iced tea
In my sweat shirt and her bare feet
This I gotta see
If I hurry I can catch
The colors on her skin from that sunset
And her face and that love waitin' on me
This I gotta see, this I gotta see
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Goodbye crack of dawn
Goodbye harvester
Goodbye hello baby
After a long hard day
Of plowing dirt
Goodbye way of life
Goodbye pass it down
Goodbye up all night
Of praying for rain
A two year drought
Walking on faith
And toughing it out
Hey, what's past is past
Oh, nothin' in this world lasts
Hey, aren't those four lanes fast?
Goodbye gravel road
Thanks for the ride
For watchin' over me
Remember the time
I rolled my truck
And you were there
When I woke up
You walked me home
Yeah, you lead me home
But hey, what's past is past
Oh, nothin' in this world lasts
Hey, aren't those four lanes fast?
Goodbye, tomorrow's another day
In no time it only moves one way
Away from yesterday
But memories never fade
What's past is past
Oh nothin', nothin' in this world lasts
Hey, aren't those four lanes fast?
Aren't they fast?
What's past is past
Aren't they fast?
Aren't they fast?
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Roll into town, step off the bus
Shake off the where, you came from dust
Grab you guitar, walk down the street
Sign says Nashville Tennessee
But I have found
It's a crazy town, full of neon dreams
Everybody plays, everybody sings
Hollywood with a touch of twang
To be a star you gotta bang, bang, bang
Bend those strings till the hank comes out
Make all the drunk girls scream and shout
We love it, we hate it, we're all just trying to make it
In this crazy town
Pay your dues and you play for free
And you pray for a honky tonk destiny
You cut your teeth in the smokey bars
And live off the tips from a pickle jar
'Til find a cool new sound and you smile
When the record man shoots you down
It's a crazy town, full of neon dreams
Everybody plays, everybody sings
Hollywood with a touch of twang
To be a star you gotta bang, bang, bang
Bend those strings till the hank comes out
Make all the drunk girls scream and shout
We love it, we hate it, we're all just trying to make it
In this crazy town
One year they repossess your truck
And the next you make a couple million bucks
It's a crazy town full of neon dreams
Everybody plays, everybody sings
Hollywood with a touch of twang
To be a star you gotta
Bend those strings till the hank comes out
Make all the drunk girls scream and shout
We love it, we hate it, we're all just trying to make it
We love it, we hate it, we all came here to make it
In this crazy town, it's a crazy town
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I don't to church enough
I curse out loud, I drink too much
I'm more of a sinner than a saint
Got a dusty Bible on my shelf
I just pick it up when I need help
Lord know there's a lot I need to change
And I want to, baby, you make me want to
You tie the knot
When I'm at the end of my rope
You never stop believin' in me
When I don't know who I am
Or what I'm supposed to be
I don't give you no good reason
But baby, don't give up on me
I've smoke my last cigarette
At least a hundred times I bet
I guess I'll just keep quittin' til' it sticks
But for all the things I've failed to do
I've never failed at lovin' you
We both know I can't grant your every wish
But I want to, baby, you make me want to
You tie the knot
When I'm at the end of my rope
You never stop believin' in me
When I don't know who I am
Or what I'm supposed to be
I don't give you no good reason
But baby, don't give up on me
You tie the knot
When I'm at the end of my rope
You never stop believin' in me
When I don't know who I am
Or what I'm supposed to be
I don't give you no good reason
But baby, don't give up on me
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You boys ever met a real country girl?
Talkin, true blue, out in the woods, down home, country girl
She's a hot little number in her pick-up truck
Daddy's sweet money done jacked it up
She's a party-all-nighter from South Carolina, a bad mamajama from down in Alabama
She's a raging cajun, a lunatic from Brunswick, juicy Georgia peach
With a thick southern drawl, sexy swing and walk, brother she's all
Country, (shoot) from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
She's country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays,
That's the way she was born and raised, she ain't afraid to stay, country
Brother she's country
A hell raisin sugar when the sun goes down, mama taught her how to rip up a town
Honey dripping honey from the hollerin Kentucky, getcha flippin kinda trippie like a Mississippi hippie,
She's a Kansas princess, crazy mother trucker, undercover lover
Thick southern drawl, sexy swing and walk,
Brother she's all
Country (shoot) from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
She's country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays,
That's the way she was born and raised, she ain't afraid to stay, country
Nothin but country
(thick southern drawl)
(sexy swing and walk)
(aw show 'em how a country girl does it one time now)
Brother she's country, from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
Nothin but country
Yea yeayeaaa
She's country (shoot) from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
She's country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays,
That's the way she was born and raised she ain't afraid to stay, country
Yea she's nothing but country
She's all about the country
From the backwoods she's a homegrown, down to the bone, she's country
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On my highway the yellow lines
Disappear from time to time
And I wound up on the wrong side of the road
On my highway I go too fast
Afraid that I might finish last
I hugged the curve too hard and lost control
Oh you never know which way it's gunna go
But what a feeling, chasing the sun
Living my life like a shot from a gun
Laughing a little bit more with every mile
Oh what a freedom racing the wind
Dying to know what's around the next bend
Smiling as I watch the years roll by
I'm learning how to take it day by day on my highway
On my highway I missed some signs
And left a damn good love behind
I see her in my rear view like a ghost
On my highway I've broken down
Cried when no one else was around
And prayed that God would save my soul
Yeah I've paid a lot of heavy tolls
But what a feeling, chasing the sun
Living my life like a shot from a gun
Laughing a little bit more with every mile
Oh what a freedom racing the wind
Dying to know what's around the the next bend
And smiling as I watch the years roll by
I'm learning how to take it day by day on my highway
Yeah, yeah
What a feeling out on the run
Drinking up the rain
Soaking up the sun
Laughing a little bit more with every mile
What a freedom, like a sail in the wind
Not looking back, not forgetting where I've been
Smiling as I watch the years roll by
And I'm moving on from my mistakes,
And I'm learning how to take it day by day...
On my highway.
Oh, yeah.
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This life is full of choices
Hard to make one
All the voices in my head
Those blue eyes I'm in love with
Or that highway which ever I pick
There'll be regrets
I go one way I lose everything
I go the other way same thing
I'm torn and it's tearing me apart
I want to go but I don't want to break her heart
Like a sword with a double edge blade
It's gonna cut deep either way
This little town, that big old world
Chase the dream or keep the girl
More than once I packed it all up
But I break down blame it on the truck
Just couldn't go
Just wanna be out there making my mark
Lay down every night in her arms
I'm torn and it's tearing me apart
I want to go but I don't want to break her heart
Like a sword with a double edge blade
It's gonna cut deep either way
This little town, that big old world
Chase the dream or keep the girl
I don't know why I can't have it all
Need to tear down that wall
Between this little town, that big old world
Go chase my dream and keep the girl
I'm torn and it's tearing me apart
I want to go but I don't want to break her heart
Like a sword with a double edge blade
It's gonna cut deep either way
This little town, that big old world
Chase my dream and keep the girl
I want it all, keep the girl, hey
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She had a shiny little beamer with the ragtop down
sitting in the drive but she wouldn’t get out
The dogs were all barking and a wagging around
And I just laughed and said yall get in
She had on a new dress and she curled her hair
She was looking to good not to go somewhere
Said what’cha wanna do baby I don’t care
We can go to the show
we can stay right here
and I can take you for a ride on my big green tractor
we can go slow or make it go faster
down through the woods and out to the pasture
long as I’m with you it really don’t matter
climb up in my lap and drive if you want to
girl you know you got me to hold on to
we can go to town or baby if you’d rather
I’ll take you for a ride on my big green tractor
we can fire it up and I can show you around
sit up on the hill and watch the sun go down
when the fireflies are dancing and the moon comes out
we can turn on the lights and head back to the house
or we can take another ride on my big green tractor
we can go slow or make it go faster
down through the woods and out to the pasture
long as I’m with you it really don’t matter
climb up in my lap and drive if you want to
girl you know you got me to hold on to
we can go to town baby if you’d rather
I’ll take you for a ride on my big green tractor
Just let me dust of the seat
put your pretty little arms around me
You can climb up in my lap and drive if you want to
girl you know you got me to hold on to
we can go to town or baby if you’d rather
I’ll take you for a ride on my big green tractor
We can go to town or we can go another round
On my big green tractor
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Tell 'em all I'm on vacation
Say I went to visit friends
That you ain't heard or seen from me in quite a while
When they ask you where I've been
Tell 'em I'm out on the West Coast
Where it don't ever rain
And that I'm probably doing fine
Just don't tell 'em I've gone crazy
That I'm still strung out over you
Tell 'em anythin' you want to
Just don't tell 'em all the truth
Yeah, don't tell 'em all the truth
Tell 'em all I'm out in Vegas
Blowin' every dollar I ever made
Tell 'em that I must be into somethin' bad for me
'Cause I sure lost a lot of weight
Tell 'em I'm out on the road
With some old rock and roll band
Living like a gypsy can
Just don't tell 'em I've gone crazy
That I'm still strung out over you
Tell 'em anythin' you want to
Just don't tell 'em all the truth
Yeah, don't tell 'em all the truth
The truth is that I'm askin' you to lie
And we both know that it ain't right
But if you ever loved me
Please have some mercy on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell 'em anything you want to
Just don't tell 'em all the truth
Yeah, don't tell 'em all the truth
I still need you
Yeah, that's the truth
I still love you
Baby, that's the truth
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It seems like money
Is always on our minds these days
Make more, spend more
Worry how the bills will get paid
Oh, it wasn't that long ago
But it seems so far away
When we didn't have a damn thing
But we were happy
And love was easy
Just layin' on a river bank
All night countin' the stars
Love was easy
As that feelin' we found
In the back seat of my car
Even in the dark
Love was easy
When we didn't make it so hard
Can you tell me
The last time we really laughed?
The last time we had a moment
When we hated that the moment passed
Here we are down the road
Standin' here lookin' back
Seein' what we used to have
Is what we're missin'
When love was easy
Just layin' on a river bank
All night countin' the stars
Love was easy
As that feelin' we found
In the back seat of my car
Even in the dark
Love was easy
When we didn't make it so hard
Yeah
Maybe that's how it is
Ah, maybe that's how it goes
But all I know
Is love was easy
Just layin' on a river bank
All night countin' the stars
Love was easy
As that feelin' we found
In the back seat of my car
Even in the dark
Love was easy
When we didn't make it so hard
When we didn't make it so hard
Love was easy, baby, yeah
When we didn't make it so hard
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