| The creaking of the chains on the front porch swing
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| God I’m missing 'bout everything, but
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| I wish you were still sitting there
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| With me holding you like I used to do
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| Echo in the fade of the highway wind
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| Gets to me 'bout every time 'cause
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| I’m back in a memory
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| Hit the gravel dust and what’s left of us
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| That barbed wire
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| Whippoorwill singing
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| Your goodbye stinging in the lipstick
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| Sundown, sinking, I’m hurting, I’m drinking
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| Sitting here throwing empty beers
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| Watching as the world goes black
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| Missing you, getting drunk and blue
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| To a twelve pack soundtrack
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| (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| The way you’d been spinning in the summer night breeze
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| Saying will you dance with me 'til
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| The rain hit on the old tin roof
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| Then we stopped to kiss, drunk on your lips
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| I remember you halfway gone
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| Slow swinging, you were holding on
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| Oh, girl if I’d only known
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| I’d never would have left that song
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| Would have let it play on and on
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| That barbed wire
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| Whippoorwill singing
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| Your goodbye stinging in the lipstick
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| Sundown, sinking, I’m hurting, I’m drinking
|
| Sitting here throwing empty beers
|
| Watching as the world goes black
|
| Missing you, getting drunk and blue
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| To a twelve pack soundtrack
|
| (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| I remember you halfway gone
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| Slow swinging, you were holding on
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| Oh, girl if I’d only known
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| I’d never would have left that song
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| Would have let it play on and on
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| That barbed wire
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| Whippoorwill singing
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| Your goodbye stinging in the lipstick
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| Sundown, sinking, I’m hurting, I’m drinking
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| Sitting here throwing empty beers
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| Watching as the world goes black
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| Missing you, getting drunk and blue
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| To a twelve pack soundtrack
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| (Yea-ea-eah)
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| I’m still missing you, getting drunk and blue
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| To a twelve pack soundtrack |