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Kickin' at the gravel in a parking lot
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Runnin' cross the street to the record shop
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Talkin' to my buddy 'bout some hip hop tune
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Hotter than a firework and it's still June
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Sun's about to burn itself right out of the sky
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Guess we'll all be lucky if we don't fry
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And the preacher's baptism' at the river bend
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Wash the dust off a Dixie, start all over again
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CHORUS:
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It was Saturday night and I swore I'd never leave her
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We had the boss man blastin' on the radio receiver
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they say history plays tricks, she's a real deceiver
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She gave me something from her heart back then-
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She made me a true believer
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I believed that every little word she said
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Whispered through the sycamores in my head
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Did we really drive her daddy's truck across Dry Creek
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My hands shakin' at the wheel as her knees went weak
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Pulled back in the woods and shut the headlights off
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Jesus how'd she ever get her hair so soft
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Can't see what I'm doin', don't know if I should
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Can't see what I'm doin', Lord it sure feels good
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REPEAT CHORUS
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I'm a true believer and I'm lookin' for a sign
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That she can still hear this heart of mine
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Beatin' to the rhythm of the rock and the roll
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I'm a true believer that the girl's got soul
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Now I'm back in Alabama by that river bend
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Well that preacher's baptizin' his flock again
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Well we had some hard times and a little luck
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And her daddy gave us that old pickup truck
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We drove it on up to Birmingham
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An bought ourselves a pair of matchin' weddin' bands
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God,that was almost 21 years ago
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And we still got the boss man on the radio
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REPEAT CHORUS
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True Believer
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| John Hiatt |
