(Aaron Tippin/Michael Puryear)
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I've got some mighty tall tales from livin' hard and fast
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I'm a walkin,' talkin,' livin,' breathin,' portrait of my past
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I've double-crossed the devil, prayed the Lord my soul to keep
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Escaped some early graves by the skin of my teeth
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All the deepest secrets of my soul the world can plainly see
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'Cause everything I've ever done is written all over me
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If you just read between the lines of this well-weathered face of mine
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Every wrinkle, every scar was a painful work of art
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That reminds me of mistakes that I've made
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And no story I can tell can tell it quite as well
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As these souvenirs that livin's left behind
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So take a long, hard look at the cover of this book
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And read between the lines
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And read between the lines
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They might be hard to find on this rigid face of stone
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There are pleasant deep impressions that are solid as gold
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And I'll be the first to tell you that this ol' boy's been blessed
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'Cause even the worst of times have turned out for the best
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Like roads on a map they cross a battered stretch of skin
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You can trace your way through memory lane to anywhere I've been
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If you just read between the lines of this well-weathered face of mine
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Every wrinkle, every scar was a painful work of art
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That reminds me of mistakes that I've made
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And no story I can tell can tell it quite as well
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As these souvenirs that livin's left behind
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So take a long, hard look at the cover of this book
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And read between the lines
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And read between the lines
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Read Between The Lines
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Aaron Tippin |