I was 20 and she was 18
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we were just about as wild
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as we were green
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in the ways of the world
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She picked me up in that Red Ragtop
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We were free of the folks
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and hiding from the cops
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on a summer night
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running all the red lights
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We parked way out in a clearing in a grove
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and the night was as hot
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as a coal burning stove
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we were cooking with gas
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Knew it had to last
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Chorus
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In the back of that Red Ragtop
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She said please don't stop
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Well the very first time her mother met me
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her green-eyed girl had been a mother to be
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for two weeks
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I was out of a job and she was in school
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and life was fast and the world was cruel
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we were young and wild
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we decided not to have a child
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So we did what we did and we tried to forget
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and we swore up and down there would be no regrets
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In the morning light
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But on the way home that night
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Chorus
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On the back of that Red Ragtop
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She said please don't stop
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Lovin' me
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Bridge
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We took one more trip around the sun
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but it was all make believe in the end
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No I can't say where she is today
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I can't remember who I was back then
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Well you do what you do
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and you pay for your sins
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and there's no such thing as
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what might have been
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That's a waste of time
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drive you outta your mind
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I was stopped at a red light just yesterday
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beside a young girl in a Cabriole
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and her eyes were green and I was in an old scene
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Chorus
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I was back in that Red Ragtop
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on the day she stopped lovin' me
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I was back in that Red Ragtop
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on the day she stopped lovin' me
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Red Ragtop
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| Tim McGraw |
