| Eight years old a couple cane poles sitting down by the creek
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| Our lines in the water watching those bobbers seeing that red sun sink
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| Mama’s on the porch yelling supper’s hot, y’all come and get it
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| We yelled five more minutes.
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| At sixteen it was twelve o three standing at her front door
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| Katie’s dad said midnight, but we needed just a little more
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| Yellow light flipping on and off, interrupting that goodnight kissing,
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| We wanted five more minutes
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| Time rolls by the clock don’t stop
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| I wish I had a few more drops
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| Of the good stuff, the good times
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| Oh but they just keep on flying
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| Right on by like it ain’t nothing
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| Wish I had me a pause button
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| Moments like those Lord knows I’d hit it
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| And give myself five more minutes
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| At eighteen turned my helmet in and walked to the fifty yard line
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| Just the coach and me after we lost state ten to nine
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| And I cried man next time to get in here I’ll have to buy a ticket
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| Can’t you give me five more minutes
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| Time rolls by the clock don’t stop
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| I wish I had a few more drops
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| Of the good stuff, the good times
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| Oh but they just keep on flying
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| Right on by like it ain’t nothing
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| Wish I had me a pause button
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| Moments like those Lord knows I’d hit it
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| And give myself five more minutes
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| At eighty-six my grandpa said there’s angels in the room
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| All the family gathered 'round knew the time was coming soon
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| With so much left to say I prayed Lord I ain’t finished
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| Just give us five more minutes
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| Time rolls by the clock don’t stop
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| I wish I had a few more drops
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| Of the good stuff, the good times
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| Oh but they just keep on flying
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| Right on by like it ain’t nothing
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| Wish I had me a pause button
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| Moments like those Lord knows I’d hit it
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| Yeah sometimes this old life will leave you wishing
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| That you had five more minutes
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| Five more minutes |