(Verse)
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All the chat back then
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Is now turned to gray.
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Million words told
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There¡¯s still so much to stay.
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(Pre-Chorus)
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But time takes its tool on the wildest of souls
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And I miss you soul, but I know where she goes.
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(Chorus)
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She be singing cigarettes and whiskey,
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Driving this is crazy.
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Sitting on a round free up,
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Girl, I flow low.
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She be dancing on the tables
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And telling God she¡¯s grateful
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For giving wings to her wild angel
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When her name is called I know all will be ready
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Cause I know she¡¯ll be up in heaven, raising hand.
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(Verse)
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I can hear you now, telling some dirty joke
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Yes, she¡¯s a fine like that, now just burns more.
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Going on down, how she was in gused up
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And then she met grandpa and then they ran away.
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(Chorus)
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Now they¡¯re singing cigarettes and whiskey,
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Driving this is crazy.
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Sitting on a round free up,
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Girl, I flow low.
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She be dancing on the tables
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And telling God she¡¯s grateful
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For giving wings to her wild angel
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When her name is called I know all will be ready
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Cause I know she¡¯ll be up in heaven, raising hand.
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(Bridge)
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Oh, wild angel, do watch over me
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Just join god¡¯s quiet
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(Chorus)
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Cigarettes and whiskey
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Driving this is crazy.
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Sitting on a round free up,
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Girl, I flow low.
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She be dancing on the tables
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And telling God she¡¯s grateful
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For giving wings to her wild angel
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When her name is called I know all will be ready
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Cause I know she¡¯ll be up in heaven, raising hand.
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Cigarettes & Whiskey
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| Casey Weston |
