[1st Verse:]
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There's a picture of a covered bridge,
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with water running under it flowing through my mind,
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takes me back in time.
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After haulin' hay all day,
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we'd stop by there and drop a tailgate and take a dip,
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to cool off a bit.
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Blue sky would turn to red off in the West,
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We'd tear into a full igloo of Old Milwaukee's Best
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[Chorus:]
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On a summer sundown, same old young crowd,
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Jeeps and tanktops, bikinis, flip-flops and blankets on the ground.
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My girl in my arms, sippin' on Boone's Farm,
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yeah it seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around.
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Days were long and we were waitin' on, a summer sundown.
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[2nd Verse:]
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We'd park our pick-ups on the bank,
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build a bon-fire, and we'd crank our stereos,
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loud as they would go.
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Now and then, it never failed,
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old man Baker'd start raisin' hell about us being there,
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ah but we didn't care.
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If he called the law the fun would end,
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but everybody knew in a day or two, we'd all be back again.
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[Chorus:]
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On a summer sundown, same old young crowd,
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Jeeps and tanktops, bikinis, flip-flops and blankets on the ground.
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My girl in my arms, sippin' on Boone's Farm,
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yeah it seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around.
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Days were long and we were waitin' on...
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A summer sundown, same old young crowd,
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Jeeps and tanktops, bikinis, flip-flops and blankets on the ground.
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My girl in my arms, sippin' on Boone's Farm,
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yeah it seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around.
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Days were long and we were waitin' on, a summer sundown.
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Summer Sundown
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Craig Morgan |