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Ain't it somethin'? |
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You can jump on a plane |
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Or hop on a bus |
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Catch you a train |
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Take in a Saturday game at Wrigley Field |
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Man ain't it awesome? |
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You can hit Talladega |
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Drink you a beer with a fan of the driver you've always hated |
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And probably always will |
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Yeah I forget how good I got it sometimes |
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How lucky I am just to be alive |
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I pass good prayer to the man upstairs |
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Just to thank him like I should |
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You know I get it |
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I got it good |
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Oh, it's amazing |
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That boy in the yard is half a mile wide |
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God bless his heart, the other half is every last bit of me |
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I can't explain it |
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How his momma wound up with somebody like me |
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When she could have done so much better |
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Make you fall down on your knees |
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Yeah I forget how good I got it sometimes |
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How lucky I am just to be alive |
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Oh I pass good prayer to the man upstairs |
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Just to thank him like I should |
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You know I get it |
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I got it good |
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Yes I do |
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I get goin' so fast |
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That what matters gets blurred |
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And I can't feel the grass, see the trees, hear the birds |
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The sky starts to rain |
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And I cuss and complain like a fool |
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Yeah I forget how good I got it sometimes |
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How lucky I am just to be alive |
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Oh I pass good prayer to the man upstairs |
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Just to thank him like I should |
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You know I get it |
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God I got it good |
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Yes I do |
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Get it got it good |
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Yes I've got it good |
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Oh Oooooh |
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Oh Oooooh |
