(Ryan McCord / Dierks Bentley)
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I never thought I'd see the day
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That she'd set me free
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Cause you know that little ring on my finger
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Always felt like a ball and chain to me
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All those threats I made about leavin
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Suddenly became reality
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She released me from my death row sentence
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And said we'll sign the final papers in a week
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Chorus
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She handed me my walking papers
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And said you're free to go
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And celebrating felt in order
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For I had escaped that prison of a home
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But sittin in this old tavern
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Surrounded by my good timing friends
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I see I'll never make it on the outside
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And I'm thinkin bout how I'm gonna break back in
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Daylight found me sleepin in my car
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On the other side of her street
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And the grass that used to be my front yard
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Had never before looked so green
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And I'm tempted to break for the front door
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But I'm sure she'd sic the dogs on me
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Cause it looks like she's got a new inmate
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Cause there's a pickup in the drive I've never seen
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Chorus
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I'm thinkin about how I'm gonna break back in
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Walking Papers
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Dierks Bentley |