Driving down the interstate
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Running thirty minutes late
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Singing Margaritaville and minding my own
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Some foreign car driver dude with the road rage attitude
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Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone
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He started yelling at me like I did something wrong
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He flipped me the bird an' then he was gone
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Some beach
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Somewhere
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There's a big umbrella casting shade over a empty chair
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Palm trees are growing and a warm breezes a blowing
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I picture myself right there
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On Some beach, somewhere
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I circled the parking lot trying to find a spot
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Just big enough I could park my old truck
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A man with a big cigar was getting into his car
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I stopped and I waited for him to back up
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From out of no where a Mercedes Benz
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Came cruising up and whipped right in
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Some beach
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Somewhere
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There's no where to go when you got all day to get there
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There's cold margaritas and hot Senioritas smiling with long dark hair
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On some beach
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Somewhere
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I sat in that waiting room
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It seemed like all afternoon
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The nurse finally said doc's ready for you
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you're not gonna feel a thing we'll give you some novocain
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That tooth will be fine in a minute or two
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But he stuck that needle down deep in my gum
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And he started drilling before I was numb
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Some beach
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Somewhere
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There's a beautiful sunset burning up that atmosphere
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There's music and dancing and lovers romancing
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In the salty evening air
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On some beach
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Somewhere
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On some beach, somewhere
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Some Beach
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| Blake Shelton |
