I got a blonde bombshell in my black Corvette
Burnin? down
If I hadn't dropped the ball, I would've took it
You can always find me here
Raisin? hell and drinkin? beer
With
Well, I left for work in a hurry
I rushed out
Well, my good buddy John likes to tie one on
And
You could call me anytime and I?d come running
I?d go
You don?t have to go now, honey
Call ?em, tell ?em
I've been livin' on truck stop coffee, cigarettes and vitamin
Sittin' in the seat of my old Olds
Pretty city lights
He played guitar in a honky-tonk band
He drank Jack Daniels,
I pick up the phone that's ringin' inside my head
It's
Seventeen and innocent
I wonder where all the years went
Lookin' back
Your bags are packed and your cab's out back
Guess it's
She walks around late at night
In my old Allman Brother's
The last fifty years
Have seen laughter and tears
And your hair
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