They say I walk just like ya They say I talk just like ya
And they say these scuffed up boots look as good on me as they did on you
And that bored out Ford you had is runnin' just as good as it ever has
I think I broke your record for a smallmouth bass Sunset spinnerbait, second cast
I wonder what you'd think about that
* If you walked in, pulled up a chair in the kitchen
Poured a little somethin' for some sippin' and said
"Tell me 'bout every thing that I've been missin'"
We'd be trashin' the price of gas and politicians Put a hurtin' on an old Gibson
And I could tell you 'bout all the life that I've been livin'
I'd like to think you'd be the proudest guy in town If I could see you see me now
You could say things turned out good I met the girl that you said I would
I got a place on a piece of land With a creek fed pond, and a food plot stand
I still got your cast iron skillet Been makin' mama's corn bread in it
And I bet your head'd be spinnin' If you saw your farm table refinished
I know right where we'd be sittin'
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There'd be new old stories And happy tears Damn, I miss ya's And a couple beers
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