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Blaine

I've been walkin' these streets of Nashville Since I was a little kid Either in these boots or in my dreams Spent all I had to buy this Martin And I'

I ain't going to work, ain't going to class Going bare feet and kickin' back Gonna pacify my lazy bones ambition Chillin' I'm talkin', jet skis and inner

a single red rose and a table for two a nice chardonnay and an ocean view ships comin in stars comina?? out we sat and we talked a??til the place closed

Well, I didn't even bother to set the alarm If I'm a few hours late, whats the harm I've been in Mexico, I've been in Mexico I discovered how to take

Her name was Sarah Jean, it was a night like this In front of the Dairy Queen, she gave me my first kiss I was just ten years old, so I never knew She

There's aluminum cans and cigarettes butts Lyin' in the sides of the streets The baseball field in the County Park Is buried in a blanket of weeds There

Did you really think she'd let you in with that bouquet Welcome you with open arms and say, "It's okay" Well, them long stemmed apologies won't work no

No hablo espanol Was all I knew of the local lingo And that old pocket guide to Mexico Wasn't much help to this out of place Gringo When I checked into

It was Sunday Afternoon I was sunk in my recliner Football game was one Tampa Bay in Carolina I wasn't paying much attention Volume down, not watching