Well I apologized when I picked her up
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Said this old truck is just a fixer up
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She smiled and said hey that's ok just a couple letters missing from the Chevrolet
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I pulled out of her country club neighborhood
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She was over there looking so damn good
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And I was feeling every bit of my side of the tracks
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But she took care of that when she pulled out that moon shine
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Tasted like an apple pie We were wishing and kissing and sipping that stuff
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Sho' nuff messing me up
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Till I couldn't tell the moonlight from the stars in her eyes
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I never felt so fine caught up in a good time between her
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and that apple pie moonshine well we were dancing around in the high beams
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her hands in the back pockets of my jeans the radio playing the perfect song
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I still think about her every time the thing comes on
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And I never forget that first kiss
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When a country boy got to hold a real princess I can still taste the cinnamon on her lips
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Every time I reminisce
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Its sweeter than moonshine tasting like an apple pie
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We were wishing and kissing and sipping that stuff
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Sho' nuff messing me up
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Till I couldn't tell the moonlight from the stars in her eyes
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I never felt so fine caught up in a good time between her and that apple pie moonshine yeah,
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I couldn't tell the moonlight from the stars in her eyes I never felt so fine
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Caught up in a good time between her and that apple pie moonshine
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Apple pie moonshine
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Apple Pie Moonshine
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| Jake Owen |
