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true believer |
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Kickin'
at the gravel in a parking lot |
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Runnin'
cross the street to the record shop |
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Talkin'
to my buddy 'bout some hip hop tune |
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Hotter
than a firework and it's still June |
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Sun's
about to burn itself right out of the sky |
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Guess
we'll all be lucky if we don't fry |
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And
the preacher's baptisin' at the river bend |
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Wash
the dust off a Dixie, start all over again |
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It
was Saturday night and I swore I'd never leave her |
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We
had the boss man blastin' on the radio receiver |
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they
say history plays tricks, she's a real deceiver |
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She
gave me something from her heart back then- |
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She
made me a true believer |
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I
believed that every little word she said |
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Whispered
through the sycamores in my head |
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Did
we really drive her daddy's truck across Dry Creek |
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My
hands shakin' at the wheel as her knees went weak |
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Pulled
back in the woods and shut the headlights off |
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Jesus
how'd she ever get her hair so soft |
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Can't
see what I'm doin', don't know if I should |
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Can't
see what I'm doin', Lord it sure feels good |
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REPEAT
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I'm
a true believer and I'm lookin' for a sign |
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That
she can still hear this heart of mine |
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Beatin'
to the rhythm of the rock and the roll |
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I'm
a true believer that the girl's got soul |
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Now
I'm back in Alabama by that river bend |
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Well
that preacher's baptizin' his flock again |
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Well
we had some hard times and a little luck |
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And
her daddy gave us that old pick-up truck |
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We
drove it on up to Birmingham |
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An
bought ourselves a pair of matchin' weddin' bands |
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God,that
was almost 21 years ago |
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And
we still got the boss man on the radio |
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REPEAT
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