20 cigarettes
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And I lit me one
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On that redwood deck
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On Demonbreun
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She was with her friends
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Left 'em standing there
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There was more than smoke
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In that summer air
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We burned two while she told me 'bout her hometown
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She was drinkin' Tito's, said I better slow down
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I was like, "Hell nah
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I ain't drinkin' by myself, nah"
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Said she loved my accent, so I kept talkin'
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Reached for the pack on the table by my wallet
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We tore off to light the night we had left
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With 13 cigarettes
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And I lit me one
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With the windows cracked
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In my old half-ton
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Singin' Take Me Home
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On them country roads
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So I turned off on one
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Then next thing you know
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We had a beer bottle lookin' like an ashtray
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Under that full moon, she was 'bout halfway
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Naked in my truck bed
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So I helped her with the rest
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She was sayin' my name
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Barely even knew it
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We were both lyin'
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Said we never do this
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To the music of the wind through the woods
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It was probably somewhere around 2:00
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In the mornin' by the time we got down to
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That lucky cigarette
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Layin' on our backs
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We were out of breath
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We both took a drag
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Blew it in the sky
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She was gone like that
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One hell of a night
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One hell of a pack
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20 Cigarettes
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| Morgan Wallen |
