Remy was a pit mix, she was just skin and bones
Daddy found in a deep ditch on his way home
He said she hopped right up when he opened his door
When you feel that kinda feeling, son You found yours
Age of seventeen you worked all summer long
Washing cars and pulling weeds from your neighbor's lawn
Well it wasn't no King Ranch, but she was paid for
When you find that kinda freedom, buddy You found yours
* Whoa, you found yours That living, breathing reason you've been looking for
Whoa, don't need nothing more When you feel that kinda feeling, yeah You found yours
She was an answer to an ole boy's prayer Way out of your league, but you didn't care
When you stole that kiss on her daddy's front porch That feeling that you're feeling, buddy
You found yours
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A fresh coat of blue paint on a bedroom wall
Turns to two little feet running up and down the hall
And now it's plain as day what you're down here for
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