Sun-burned and wonderin', how I wound up here
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Edge of a dock, one flip flop, half of a six-pack of beer
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Seems like yesterday I was sittin' on top of the world
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And I watched it all just drive away
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No truck, no boat, no girl.
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Layin' out there on that water, is where we ought to be
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Instead I'm stuck with no ride home and no you here with me
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Seems like yesterday I was sittin' on top of the world
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All it takes is one mistake,
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No truck, no boat, no girl.
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If I could I'd drive a line and catch a bite to eat
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Put my zip-code in my tackle box [?]
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[x2]
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The water's turnin' smooth as glass, the sun is goin' down
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A red sea regal's blowin' by makin' one last lap around
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Seems like yesterday I was sittin' on top of the world
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I'm just bobbin' in the wake
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No truck, no boat, no girl.
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Seems like yesterday I was sittin' on top of the world
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Man ain't meant to live this way
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No truck, no boat, no girl.
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Some things just can't be replaced
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No truck, no boat, no girl.
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No Truck, No Boat, No Girl
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Joe Nichols |