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You spun your web back a Sunday or two |
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I ain't never met nobody |
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Like the likes of you |
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You got me preachin' the news |
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You turned down my road and decided to stay |
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And I took a shine to your hair |
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And your hillbillly ways |
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And how you kiss on my face |
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I got a bone deep feelin' |
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You're the start of the good ole days |
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Well I still remember |
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You came by my trailer |
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With chicken and some homemade wine |
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The dogs got to barkin' |
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When we got the sparkin' |
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We almost set the house on fire |
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Well I got a big heapin' helpin' |
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Of the stuff I get a hankerin' for |
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But honey your homespun love |
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Just keeps me comin' back for more |
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I like the flamingos you stuck in your yard |
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And I like the notions you stick in my head and my heart |
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Yeah and how you fix on my car |
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Well I reckon I'm lucky you're everything I need so far |
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