| Girl, I’m gonna warn ya, I’m leaving California,
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| First thing in the mornin', me and the band,
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| Are loadin' up the van.
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| We gotta go, we got another show.
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| We’re headed out to Reno, Jackson Hole.
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| After that, I don’t really know.
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| But if you’re looking for a good time,
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| We can make us a memory of Bakersfield tonight.
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| And then I’ll write you a song.
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| You might hear it on the radio.
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| Baby you never know,
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| But it’s gonna be just about you and me,
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| How much I miss you.
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| Yeah, the one that got away,
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| You’re gonna hear your song someday.
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| Now I’m talking to this sweet thing
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| Backstage in Tennessee.
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| She says she wants to take me home,
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| And show me a couple things I didn’t know.
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| Come one, let’s go.
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| But I gotta hit the road in the morning.
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| I’m headed down to San Antone.
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| As long as we’re back by sunrise,
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| We can make us a memory of Nashville tonight.
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| And then I’ll write you a song.
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| You might hear it on the radio.
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| Baby you never know,
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| But it’s gonna be just about you and me,
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| How much I miss you.
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| Yeah, the one that got away,
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| You’re gonna hear your song someday.
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| And I swear I’m not a bad guy,
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| I just don’t got a whole lot of time.
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| It always ends with the same goodbye.
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| But then I’ll write you a song.
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| You might hear it on the radio.
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| Baby you never know,
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| But it’s gonna be just about you and me,
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| How much I miss you.
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| Yeah, the one that got away,
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| You’re gonna hear your song someday.
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| Yeah, you’re gonna hear your song someday
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| When I write you a song
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| Yeah, baby when I write you a song
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| Yeah, I’m gonna write ya Yeah, I’m gonna write you a song, girl
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| Someone get me a guitar |