God, it's safe to say it's been a tough year
The
Looking for spare change
To put gas in my car
But what
I'm not one to take chances
I've always played it safe
But
I sit here tonight
An' look in your eyes
For that old
I watch her lyin' in bed asleep
And I thank my
I know you've heard that worn out line
About love at
I ain't nothin' but beer and bones
Honey since I lost
(Charlie Pennachio/John Rich/Drew Sessa)
Love can lift you higher, or cut
That morning sun was burnin' in my eyes
I could see
It's been handed down for generations
From my grandpa to my
She didn't see me see her cryin'
As she sat there
It started way back in third grade
I used to sit
I hear 'em laughing on cloud 9
In a world so
He really liked flannel with big bore arms
If you looked
Bring it on to me
We're backwoods Dixie, flat woods pickin'
Shotgun
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