She's 34
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Two years divorced
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Sick of being bored
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About to throw that saddle back on that horse
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He's 39
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Way past his prime
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Came out of retirement
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Everybody said he done lost his mind
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They look at him now
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Packing in that crowd
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Just one more touchdown
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And he's Super Bowl bound
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It ain't over
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'Til you say it is
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Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
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If it's still got a little bit of fizz
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Little bit of hop left in that frog
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Little bit of bark left in that dog
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There might not be a lot of roll
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Left in that stone
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Still a little chicken left on that bone
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That GTO
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It might be old
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But truth be told
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Underneath that rust is a heart of gold
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It's a fixer-upper
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Every night after supper
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He'll twist and yank and make it crank
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Until that thing burns rubber
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But it ain't over
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'Til you say it is
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Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
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If it's still got a little bit of fizz
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Little bit of juke left in that jive
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Little bit of honey left in that hive
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There might not be a lot of roll
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Left in that stone
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Still a little chicken left on that bone
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Get some dust on them boots
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Kick the rust off the bucket
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What you got to lose?
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Nothin'
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No, it ain't over
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'Til you say it is
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Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
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If it's still got a little bit of fizz
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Little bit of tick left in that tock
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Little bit of click left in that clock
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There might not be a lot of roll
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Left in that stone
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Still a little chicken left on that bone
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Still A Little Chicken Left On That Bone
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| Craig Morgan |
