| And many of our songs reflected a much sweeter
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| And simpler time
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| This is, perhaps, one of my favorite all-time Judd songs
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| That we ever recorded
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| She was sittin' cross legged on the hood of a Ford
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| Filin' down her nails with an emery board
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| Talking to her friends about people they knew
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| And all of the things that young girls do
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| When she said, «You see that guy in the baseball cap
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| I’d like to spend some time with a boy like that»
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| Betty said, «I've see him at the hardware store
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| I think his name is Billy, but I’m not sure»
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| As they talked a little while, he passed by
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| She smiled at him, he just said, «Hi»
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| But he was thinking to himself as he walked away
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| «Man, I’d like to find a girl like her someday»
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| Young love, strong love, true love, it’s a new love
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| They’re gonna make it through the hard times
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| And walk those lines
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| Yeah, these ties’ll bind young love
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| Well, she just couldn’t stop herself from thinkin' 'bout him
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| And at a store downtown, she saw him again
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| She had both hands full, he held open the door
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| He said, «My name is Billy, I’ve seen you before
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| «Can I help you with these? |
| Can I give you a ride?
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| Can I take you out on Saturday night?»
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| She didn’t have to say what she was feeling inside
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| He could see the answer, shinin' in her eyes
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| Young love, strong love, true love, it’s a new love
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| They’re gonna make it through the hard times
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| And walk those lines
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| Yeah, these ties’ll bind young love
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| Well, from that day on, you couldn’t keep them apart
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| They were side by side and heart to heart
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| Mama cried as Billy slipped the ring on her hand
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| And when the baby was born, she was cryin' again
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| Well, he worked real hard and put some money down
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| On a little old house at the edge of town
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| An' that night as he held her, he couldn’t believe
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| That God had made a girl that he’d never ever leave
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| Young love, strong love, true love, it’s a new love
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| They’re gonna make it through the hard times
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| And walk those lines
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| Yeah, these ties’ll bind young love
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| Well, she was sittin' cross legged on the hood of a Ford
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| Filin' down her nails with an emery board
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| Thank you, thank you |