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Al Trace

Översättning: Al Trace. Du ringer Alla Darling.

It was a home run when the game was tied A pick up truck when I could drive One pink line when Katie said I'm late It was a passin' grade, a pretty girl

She was starin' out the window of their SUV Complainin', sayin', ?I can't wait to turn eighteen? She said, ?I'll make my own money and I'll make my own

Mudgrips white-tip, cigar stickin' out of my face Earn hart racing sticker on the window Banged up fender four by four Straight pipe roar primer and rust

(Hank Cochran/Willie Nelson) If you can't say you love me say you hate me And that you regret each time you held me tight If you can't be mine forever

Awesome Chrome, she can see herself in the shiny grill and the Wire wheels of a red Chevelle with four on the floor and the top down Chrome, zippin'

You're doin' all you can, to get in them old jeans You want that body back, you had at seventeen Baby, don't get down, don't you worry 'bout a thing '

I saw you three times In a face in the crowd Called out your name Just as clear and a loud As I could without thinking It wouldn't be you But a lie in

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