(Verse)
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Me and the boys, we played every frat house and dive
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We rocked the Razorbacks, the Vols and the Crimson Tide
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We were down and destined when she walked up to the stage
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Dropped a note in the tip jar, blew a kiss and walked away
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(Pre-Chorus)
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I counted two hundred dollars, one request for the Grateful Dead
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A couple bottle caps, a business card, and a perfume note that said:
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(Chorus)
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'I love hurricanes and long-necks, and guitars cranked up on ten
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Waking up with the sunset, and hanging here at the Hog's Breath
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Lighters raised up in the smoke rings, the sunburn on some new ink
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I'm hearing Drift Away while you sing, and kissing beneath the stars'
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Oh man, you find all kind of things in a tip jar
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(Verse)
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I held her that summer, living on borrowed time
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Cause once September comes, everybody says goodbye
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Now it's the last show and here she comes to the stage
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Dropped a snapshot in the tip jar, blew a kiss and walked away
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(Pre-Chorus)
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I counted two hundred dollars, one request for the Grateful Dead
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A couple bottle caps, a business card, and a perfume note that said:
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(Chorus)
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'I love hurricanes and long-necks, and guitars cranked up on ten
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Waking up with the sunset, and hanging here at the Hog's Breath
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Lighters raised up in the smoke rings, the sunburn on some new ink
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I'm hearing Drift Away while you sing, and kissing beneath the stars'
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Oh man, you find all kind of things in a tip jar
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(Interlude)
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I see lighters raised in the smoke rings, and sunburn on some new ink
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I'm playing Drift Away but I can't sing, as she slips off into the dark
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Man, you find all kind of things in a tip jar
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Yeah, you find all kind of things in a tip jar
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Tip Jar
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| Frankie Ballard |
