California girls they have a way
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Of moving their mouths just a certain way
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Saying things that always seem so right
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But when the shine wears off at the end of the day
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I'm left with the tab and not a word to say
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'Cause I see your face when they turn out my light
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So I keep another night by this fire and drink some wine
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It's the closest thing to you I'm gonna find
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New York ladies that drive men crazy
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Can't keep up I'm from the South and lazy
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This town stays open too late for these old bones
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And maybe it's because its got too many faces
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Crammed like fishes in compact places
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This is why all of them seem desperate and alone
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So I pick back up the cigarettes but only for the night
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It's the closest thing to you I'm gonna find
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Hey!
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Georgia girls took all my pennies
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Every time I come back I fall for many
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Wake up and wonder why I ever left here
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When we spend all night with a drink to the face
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Get caught up in politics and race
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I just smile and shove the cotton further down my ear
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And my hands are full of the sticky sap from your backyard Georgia pine
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It's the closest thing to you I'm gonna find.
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Closest Thing To You I'm Gonna Find
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Butch Walker |