(Aaron Tippin/Leigh Reynolds)
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I put down my razor
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Toweled off my face
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Thought I saw a new wrinkle
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And another strand of gray
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That one little scar
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Kept catching my eye
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Reminding me how time does fly
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I was only a kid
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When I had that first fight
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But I still don? give in
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When I believe that I? right
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And at least I can stand here
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And like what I see
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In the man that kid turned out to be
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Lookin?back at myself
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It? plain to see
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That the cold hands of time
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Ain? had much mercy on me
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But I played a straight game
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With the cards that were dealt
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And I can look straight ahead
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Lookin?back at myself
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Now I ain? been no angel
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But I learned right from wrong
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Thanks to mamma and a hickory
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And a love so strong
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Yes she taught the rule
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That life is lived by
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I ain? forgot what you get
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For getting?out of line
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Now this old world throws some punches
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And I?e taken a few
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Now my skin? tough as leather
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But I?e grown strong with the truth
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There? been so many times I could?e just stepped aside
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Ah but then I couldn? stand here with this peace of mind
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Lookin?back at myself
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It? plain to see
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That the cold hands of time
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Ain? had much mercy on me
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But I played a straight game
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With the cards that were dealt
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And I can look straight ahead
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Lookin?back at myself
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Still look straight ahead
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Lookin?back at myself
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Lookin' Back At Myself
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Aaron Tippin |