Luke brayn
We were small-town meant to be
My mama loved her, her daddy loved me
"Love you, miss you, mean it
Right outside of this one church town
There's a gold dirt road to a whole lot of nothing
God's country
I can see you by the bar
Skinny margarita with a broken heart
So I slid over like a steel guitar
I can feel it
Goodbye, strung out on the lawn
The line between us was drawn
Burn it down
A few days before he turned 80
He was sittin' out back in a rocker
buy dirt
A few days before he turned 80
He was sittin' out back in a rocker
buy dirt
She cut me loose and caught herself a somewhere wind
I haven't heard a word and haven't seen her since
TX
New truck, big lift, old roads we've been
Tearin' up since way back when
But these wheels are innocent
miles on it
Here that whistle wind and holler
Waking you up in the night
All the way from California
Casanova has arrived
Headline on the morning paper
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Well, ain't nobody told me it'd be this hard
I ain't heard you laugh like that in a long time
I wonder if you stopped his world like you did mine just now
r singles you up
Another long, hard, working day gone
Time to pack it up and head on home
country song came on
Well I caught my wife with another man
And it cost me ninety nine
On a prison farm in Georgia
Close to the Florida line
Well I'd been here for 2 long years
Ol Red
My buddy Brandon holds the record
For single-season touchdown throws
And good ol' Johnny, he's the life of every party
famous friends
Darlin', since you left I been livin' good
Travelin' dirt roads through the woods
Shoes and shirts and my money stayed back home
Happy New Year.
I love a first cast when the water's glass and the line starts to run
Or that first sip of a cold beer when the working week's done
That's what my world spins around
Uh, uh
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I got that real good feel good stuff
Hopped on the seat of my big black jacked up truck
Rollin' on 35's, pretty girl by my side
that's my kind of night
Girl I been thinkin' 'bout us
And you know I ain't good at this stuff
But these feelings piling up won't give me no rest
This might come out a little crazy
honey bee
Bury me in Georgia
10 miles outta Chattanooga
South of that state line
There's a no-name road off Highway 2
Just past the welcome sign
It's where I was born
Bury me in Georgia
Hell, maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong
Finding out why shouldn't take this long
be loved by you?
I swear that you're staying single, next thing you know
You meet a girl at a bar and next thing you know
You get her laughing, it's 2 a.m.
You're telling your budd
next thing you know
The mixtapes got a little Hank, little Drake
A little somethin' bumpin', thumb thumpin' on the wheel right
This is how we roll,
Sometimes I'm the guy with the boys kicking it back
Or the guy with the guitar singing on a country track
I might be the guy with an ice cold can, stirring up dust on some old farmland
guy with the girl
Mmm
This is perfect
Come kiss me one more time
I couldn't dream this up
Even if I tried
heaven
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American Girl
I think me and you should blow this off
So much for the after-party
Let's tell everybody we got lost
I think me and you should do our own thing
Take it from me