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Adam Gregory

I work at the Big Star on old 405 I make 6 bucks an hour and I work steady nights Well it might not be much but it's all that I need In that little glass

i work all week it's Friday night there's a place i go to get down right beer's cold and the girls are fine and everybody says hey y'all bangagong get

I'm fading like the taillights | Of a car that you pass | In the middle of the night | Man it's lonely out here | There just ain't enough gasoline | To

Give me a cold one, I'm gonna drink it Bait my hook, I'm gonna sink it You double dare me, I'll always take it Ask me to dance, I'll sure enough shake

i see your tears i hear your words girl, i feel how much this hurts i know you can't, see it now, but i promise you, somehow its gonna be beautiful

drivin' down an open road there's nothin' on the radio the windshield wipers keeping time I'm thinking back when you were mine heavy feelin' in my soul

I dreamt last night I was far away Where coyotes howl and cotton woods sway Casting shadows in firelight A cowboy moon burns so bright And I don't care

Sittin' on the front porch Rockin' on the porch swing Waylon on the radio Listen to the crickets sing Hi yi yippi yi Yippi yi yeah While the sun shines

I was born in the country | Far away from city lights | Where the air is sweeter | Where I feel | I feel alright | In the country | I was born and raised