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By John Michael Montgo, Pick you up on Friday about half past 8
Just time
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By John Michael Montgo, Flat tire on the interstate
Too many nights of workin' too
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By John Michael Montgo, Yea
Mmmm
After drivin' all night Daddy stopped the car
Said, "Wake up
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By John Michael Montgo, I'm startin' to notice things in my life
Seein' it all
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By John Michael Montgo, Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your hearts be light
From
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By John Michael Montgo, I've never seen blue eyes
Filled with so much love
I never
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By John Michael Montgo, Tore out her page from my little book
Took out her
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By John Michael Montgo, That old drive-in is a parkin' lot
They made a shoppin'
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By John Michael Montgo, I wanna wake up each morning
With you for the rest
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By John Michael Montgo, There's a little girl
Wanna make her mine
What she wants I
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By John Michael Montgo, Another guy in line on Highway 9 in a rush
Clockin'
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By John Michael Montgo, I get up and battle the day
Things don't always go
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By John Michael Montgo, Well, I hoped and I prayed, I loved you from
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By John Michael Montgo, They read you Cinderella
You hoped it would come true
That one
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By John Michael Montgo, I know he gave you every reason
To lose your faith
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By John Michael Montgo, When we're this close I can almost
Hear your heart beat
As
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By John Michael Montgo, Well, I don't wanna hear, 'Last call'
And I don't wanna
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By John Michael Montgo, Another night on this interstate
Seems like I've been on it
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By John Michael Montgo, I like the feel of your name on my lips
And
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By John Michael Montgo, Sometimes a song can touch a nerve
That takes me back
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By John Michael Montgo, I guess everybody goes to the grocery store, even me
There's
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By John Michael Montgo, I see the questions in your eyes
I know what's weighin'
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By John Michael Montgo, The first night we brought you home, it scared me
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By John Michael Montgo, If you've got faith and you believe in what you're
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By John Michael Montgo, A short red dress don't turn my head
At least that's
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By John Michael Montgo, Every guy in my country road home town
Lost their mind
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By John Michael Montgo, Well i was just a kid maybe 2 or 3,
had
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By John Michael Montgo, I got my first guitar when I was just a
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By John Michael Montgo, Boots in the stirrups out of the gate, trying to
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By John Michael Montgo, Well I work six days out of seven
Waiting all week