I can't count the barns I've past
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Painted red, white and black
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See Rock city
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And up ahead there's a turn
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Take me right through Gatlinberg
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I hear it's pretty
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Maybe some other time
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I can't slow down
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Right across that state line
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Right about now
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Her hair's still wet from her bath
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She's sittin' on the front porch
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With a glass of iced tea
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In my sweat shirt and her bare feet
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This I gotta see
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If I hurry I can catch
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The colors on her skin from that sunset
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And her face and that love waitin' on me
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This I gotta see, this I gotta see
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I can't wait to get to her
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Man, I wish I were there already
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She's the only thing that keeps
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This world from drivin' me crazy
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I just hit that city limit
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Yeah and that a pretty good sign
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If I pick it up a bit
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I'll be right on time
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Her hair's still wet from her bath
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She's sittin' on the front porch
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With a glass of iced tea
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In my sweat shirt and her bare feet
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This I gotta see
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If I hurry I can catch
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The colors on her skin from that sunset
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And her face and that love waitin' on me
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This I gotta see, this I gotta see, yeah
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Her hair's still wet from her bath
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She's sittin' on the front porch
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With a glass of iced tea
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In my sweat shirt and her bare feet
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This I gotta see
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If I hurry I can catch
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The colors on her skin from that sunset
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And her face and that love waitin' on me
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This I gotta see, this I gotta see
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This I Gotta See
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| Jason Aldean |
