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To this day when I hear that song
I see you standin’ there on that lawn
Discount shades, store bought tan
Flip flops and cut-off jeans

Somewhere between that setting sun
I’m on fire and born to run
You looked at me and I was done
And we’re, we’re just getting started

I was singin’ to you, you were singin’ to me
I was so alive, never been more free
Fired up my daddy’s lighter and we sang
Ooohh

Stayed there ’til they forced us out
And took the long way to your house
I can still hear the sound of you sayin’ don’t go

When I think about you, I think about 17
I think about my old jeep
I think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like the soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen

I bumped into you by happenstance
You probably wouldn’t even know who I am
But if I whispered your name
I bet there’d still be a spark

Back when I was gasoline
And this old tattoo had brand new ink
And we didn’t care what your mom would think
About your name on my arm

Baby is it spring or is it summer
The guitar sound or the beat of that drummer
You hear sometimes late at night
On your radio

Even though you’re a million miles away
When you hear Born in the USA
You relive those glory days
So long ago

When you think about me, do you think about 17
Do you think about my old jeep
Think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen
Springsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen
Springsteen
Woah Springsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh

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Early Monday morning, til Friday 5
Man I work, work, work but I don’t climb, climb, climb
Boss man can shove that overtime up his can
All I want to do is put a drink in my hand

Fill it up, throw it down
I got a 40 hour week worth of trouble to drown
No need to complicate it, I’m a simple man
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

Yea the parking lot is muddy, can’t get to the door
I take my jacked up drop her down in 4×4
Chill down a long neck, warm up the band
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

Fill it up, throw it down
I’m about to tear a new one in this old town
5 4 3 2 1 I’m a rocketman
All you got to do it put a drink in my hand

Make me want to go ooh ooh ooh, when you dance like that
you got that little tattoo playing peek-a-boo on your back
Yeah if you want to impress me, baby here’s my plan
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

Yeah fill it up, throw it down
When you drive me home, take the long way around
You be my Lois Lane, I’ll be your Superman
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

My head Monday morning when that alarm clock sings
It goes bang, bang, bang, while it ring, ring, rings
Yeah I’m ready to roll, if you want to rock again
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

Yeah fill it up, throw it down
I got a little hungover still hanging around
Yeah that hair of the dog is howling “hey there man”
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

That hair of the dog is howling “hey there man”
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

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Homeboy : Eric Church

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you were too bad for a little square town,
with your hip-hop hat and your pants on the ground,
heard you cussed out mama, pushed daddy around
before you tore off in his car…
here you are running in these dirty old streets
tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth
got the ‘hood here snowed, but you can’t fool me
we both know who you are
homeboy, you’re gonna wish one day,
that you were sittin’ on a gate of a truck by the lake
with your high school flame on one side, cold beer on the other
ain’t no shame in a blue collar forty, little house, little kid, little small story
if you don’t ever do anything else for me, just do this for me brother,
just come on home, boy.
i was haulin’ this hay to uncle joe’s farm,
thought of us barefoot kids in the yard,
man, it seems we were just catchin' snakes in the barn
now you’re caught up in this mess
i could use a little help unloading these bales
i could keep you pretty busy with a hammer and nails
ain’t a glamorous life but it will keep you outta jail,
not worry us all to death
homeboy, you’re gonna wish one day,
that you were sittin’ on a gate of a truck by the lake
with your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other
ain’t no shame in a blue collar forty, little house, little kid, little small story
if you don’t ever do anything else for me, just do this for me brother,
come on home, boy.
come on home, boy….
you can’t hold back the hands of time,
mama’s goin’ grey, so is daddy’s mind
wish you’d come on back and make it all right
before they’re called home, boy…
homeboy….
come on home, boy
homeboy,
come on home, boy.

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