When you're five years old
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And you walk downstairs
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And catch your parents on the couch
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Playin' some game
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That looks like half-dressed mouth-to-mouth
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Well it's a shock to your system
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And your brain starts spinnin'
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And you make yourself a pact
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When I grow up
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I ain't ever gonna do that
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Chorus
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Yes, you will
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If your lucky you will know just how that feels
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You step into a pair of shoes
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That you swore you'd never fill
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You say you won't
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But Yes, you will
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'Fore long you got
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Your drivers liscence
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And the world seems like it's yours
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Except for the fact
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That you've got to be home by ten of course
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And that makes you mad so you throw a fit
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And slam the door as you leave the house
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You yell "when I have kids
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I'm not gonna care
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How late their out"
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Repeat Chorus
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Well you know how your grandma and grandpa
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Are happy just sittin' 'round the house
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Wearin' clothes that are out of date
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Talkin' 'bout the old days
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And draggin' photo albums out
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And you sure do love them
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But I mean come on now
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You won't ever be that way
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Repeat Chorus
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Oh you can say you won't
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But yes, you will
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Yes, You Will
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| Brad Paisley |
