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Now I know how Merle Haggard felt |
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When he sang the words mama tried |
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And I've lived those teenage Friday nights |
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The pyramid of cans in the pale moon light |
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And that summer Becky broke my heart |
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Alabama sang old flame burnin' |
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Well, I've measured George Strait, drank with George Jones |
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My life's been a country song |
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It's all about fallin' down and gettin' back up |
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Your good times and hard luck |
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True love and amazing grace |
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Workin' all week for a backache |
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Raisin' Caine, Friday nights |
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Sunday church to set it right |
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They can write it on my stone |
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My life's been a country song |
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Now I know how Paycheck felt |
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When he told his boss to take his job and shove it |
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And I've had the girl that made me say |
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I like it, I love it, I want some more of it |
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And I'll always remember just where I was |
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When the world stopped turnin' |
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Through the good and the bad, the right and the wrong |
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My life's been a country song |
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It's all about fallin' down and gettin' back up |
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Your good times and hard luck |
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True love and amazing grace |
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Workin' all week for a backache |
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Raisin' Caine, Friday nights |
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Sunday church to set it right |
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They can write it on my stone |
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My life's been a country song |
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It's been the words when I couldn't find 'em |
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A friend when I've been alone |
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It's been a toast to the things remembered |
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The strength for movin' on |
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It's all about fallin' down and gettin' back up |
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Your good times and hard luck |
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True love and amazing grace |
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Workin' all week for a backache |
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Raisin' Caine, Friday nights |
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Sunday church to set it right |
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They can write it on my stone |
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My life's been a country song |
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Oh, my life's been a country song |
