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By Pat Green, Baby's just a little bit tired of the city
Billboards and
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By Pat Green, Well, I sure am tired of these coffee house gigs
'Cause
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By Pat Green, I woke up this morning with the afternoon at my
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By Pat Green, Now we are walking in the footsteps of our fathers
Standing
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By Pat Green, Woohoowoohoo woo wooh who
Woohoowoohoo woo wooh who
One night in
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By Pat Green, It was the coldest night in Boston in the history
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By Pat Green, My little brother gotta engine on him, gotta engine on
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By Pat Green, Keep your head there on my shoulder
Let's just lay here
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By Pat Green, I hope you get to be on a TV game
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By Pat Green, I'm for wildflowers in the window
Mechanics you can trust
I'm for
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By Pat Green, Other night I ran into my girlfriend
Sitting at a table
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By Pat Green, Now baby, I'm doing fine since you left me
And my
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By Pat Green, Wake up, what you've been dreaming about?
I ain't got a
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By Pat Green, Chorus
Adios days in the wide open prairie,
nights on the
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By Pat Green, Born lucky, I guess
Didn't hurt that I was in the
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By Pat Green, She stops and checks her reflection in a car parked
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By Pat Green, Close my eyes and ask myself a question
Why is it
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By Pat Green, Hello, California
Sure is strange to be here today
What's a boy
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By Pat Green, (Pat Green)
Hello California,
Sure is strange to be here today.
What's a
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By Pat Green, Girl, you are my kind of lover
I'm still amazed that
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By Pat Green, We were just dumb kids with a six pack
That a
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By Pat Green, We were just dumb kids with a six pack
That a
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By Pat Green, Mama always said stand up to the truth
There ain't no
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By Pat Green, Saw you early this morning
Sleeping all dressed in white
For a
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By Pat Green, Found myself in a barroom
Doin' things I ought not to
Watching
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By Pat Green, My father had skin like leather
Hands like steel
From a lifetime
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By Pat Green, Well, she was standin' there at the edge of outta
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By Pat Green, Well she was standing there
At the edge of outta control
Hair
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By Pat Green, I found you in a Louisiana roadside park
Beat up, broke
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By Pat Green, She holds the key to Eden's gate
Somewhere deep inside
Well, she