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Mcgraw Tim

There's a place I like to go Where I can hear the cotton grow When that train whistles blow A dozen miles down the road All I really have to do Is just

Hank Williams sang it, Number 3 drove it Chuck Berry twanged it, Will Faulkner wrote it Aretha Franklin sold it, Dolly Parton graced it Rosa Parks rode

I pulled into the shopping center And saw a little boy wrapped around the legs of his mother Like ice cream melting they embraced Years of bad decisions

She's my kind of rain Like love in a drunken sky She's confetti falling Down all night She sits quietly there Black water in a jar Says, "Baby why are

Cause its all in my head I think about it over and over again And I can't keep picturing you with him And it hurts so bad, yeah Cause it's all in my head

We were born in this little town, growin' up I was countin' down every single day 'Til we made our get-away But you said you could never see yourself

I spent fifteen hundred dollars on your damn dog's collar Put new spinners on your Escalade I swear I almost started cryin' when you brought up buyin'

I don?t know why I act the way I do Like I ain?t got a single thing to lose Sometimes I?m my own worst enemy I guess that's just the cowboy in me I got

Said her name was a hand me down name From the side of a family that long ago came Over here on a boat from somewhere in Spain Sounded to me just a little