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Mcgraw Tim Southern Voice

There's a place I like to go Where I can hear the cotton grow When that train whistles blow A dozen miles down the road All I really have to do Is just

I spent fifteen hundred dollars on your damn dog's collar Put new spinners on your Escalade I swear I almost started cryin' when you brought up buyin'

If I could I would rewind the times she cried I just turned around and walked away Wish there was a switch that I could give Then she'd love me like she

Bobby's got a duster '79 Bottle of Jack and a 45 Points it at his head And he starts to cry, To proud to ask me to save his life Billy's in a limo On

He sat down, picked up the phone And said, "Boy, I'm your old man" He touched the glass between the two As if to shake his hand The boy, he didn't budge

If I died today, who'd turn off my coffee pot? Would there be a street parade? Would I just be an afterthought? If I died today, would I still be a waiter

-shirt and throw ya We're just boys making noise With the southern voice Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Southern Voice I got a southern voice A southern voice

-shirt and throw ya We're just boys making noise With the southern voice Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Southern Voice I got a southern voice A southern voice

: Jesse called her best friend Jenny Said we're goin' out tonight Gonna chase the moon Right out of the sky We're gonna drink Boone's Farm Like we were