I can still see mama clear as day
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Lookin’ in the mirror countin’ the grey
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Rantin’ and ravin’ about pushin’ 40 and the laws of gravity
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It was hard for me to wrap my mind
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Around anything other than Friday night
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My world was girls and cars and beer
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And hank at 17
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And the other side of 35 was a spot ‘cross the state route road
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It was a nowhere no rules no easy way to get to
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Hang where we’d all go
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there was no place else we’d rather be
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We were young, we were cool, we were wild and free
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Having the time of our lives
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On the other side of 35
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Never thought of growing up back then
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But 20 came and 30 went
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And 35 turned into more than a sign on an overpass
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And it’s a lot years from 17
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But it ain’t as old as it used to seem
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When life was whiskey bent and hell bound screamin’ through the dash
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[Repeat chorus]
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Well now it ain’t there
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And I ain’t there no more
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But that’s ok cause that’s what a memory’s for
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[Repeat chorus]
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And now I’m havin’ the time of my life
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Here on the other side
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Other Side Of 35
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| Tracy Lawrence |
