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Ingram Jack Big Dreams High Hopes

I see you looking and I know what you think You're getting braver with every drink But I am telling you something You ought to know She may look like

s one football game he'd love to replay Then there's Ruby Jean, well, she can really sing But she's stuck in this bar She thinks some big wheel out of

" Yeah, he's just another young cynic We get them all the time If he just knew how to channel All that anger he'd be fine So I sit with all these wishes And dreams

Saw a story on the local news last night 'Bout one more struggling single mother She was talking about how hard it is getting by With no help, no money

It would be a good fight, baby, let's not do it I bet love knows a way around it, we don't have to go through it This time we could skip right to the

me where to go They're what got this whole thing started They're what kept this cowboy riding down the road Big dreams high hopes Big dreams high hopes Big dreams high hopes

Like the fish in the lake And that cane pole you make And the feeling when one's on the line Like the smile of a friend Glad to see you again That erases

How many times have I been face down Drowning in the bottom of a bottle Trying to get up only knocked me to my knees And how many times have I flown

Saw a story on the local news last night About one more struggling single mother She was talking about how hard it is getting by With no help, no money