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Rand Reynolds - Baby Long Gone lyrics
Cowboy boots and shorts Ink pictures on her thigh Rose and a dagger Big hair piled high. Straw in her beer White Castle in her hand She drives a German car And she loves a country band. She comes to all our shows I guess she hasn’t heard We don’t play “Wanted” Can’t play “Freebird” I bang this guitar I can’t dance I like baggy jeans And I don’t shake my ass. Baby long gone. She hails from Indy On the Northeast side I think they call it Fishers But she don’t mind the drive. She text’s all her girls They love to hear us live She still lives at how ya’ll She’s only 35. Sunday morning come Didn’t make it into work Sit sleeping in the pew But she made it into church. She’s a little bit city But she’s much more rural Oh, I won’t deny it I love the Hoosier girls. She parties all weekend It ends on a Monday She’s got big dreams of that Ultimate Coyote Ugly. She dances and she sings And she’s pretty good in bed She cooks a mean fried chicken Oh, she’s a triple threat. If I’d had any sense I’d put a ring on her hand If I was in my right mind I’d give up this band. But I know she loves me When I play my axe I love her, I trust her When I turn my back. |
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