I had a one night stand with my best friend's baby sister
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And to this day he still won't speak to me
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I pawned my grandpa's old guitar in collage
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For a case of beer and a tank of gasoline
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I took a swing at my old man one Christmas
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I never dreamed that it would be his last
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I wish mom had rung my neck when she caught me with those cigarettes
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Which reminds me, I'm down to my last pack
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If I had a dime for half the things I did
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That didn't make no sense at all, I'd be living a little higher on the hawg
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If only I'd've known that later on down the road
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I'd look back and not like what I see
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I'd've changed a lot of things startin' with me
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I called my brother everything I could think of
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The night he wouldn't bail me out of jail
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I lost a job most folks 'round here would die for
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By laying out all night and raising hell
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And I let a woman that I love slip through my fingers
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Chalk another dumb move up to my foolish pride
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I was in there standin' by the bed when the preacher bowed his head
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With the family, the day my grandma die
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If I had a dime for half the things I did
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That didn't make no sense at all, I'd be living a little higher on the hawg
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If only I'd've known that later on down the road
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I'd look back and not like what I see
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Ohh, I'd've changed a lot of things startin' with me
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If only I'd've known that later on down the road
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I'd look back and not like what I see
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Ohh, I'd've changed a lot of things startin' with me
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Startin' with me
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Startin' With Me
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| Jake Owen |
