My buddies say, "Hey buddy
Been long enough, don't you think?
You're turning into somebody
We don't even know his name"
They try to get me out
But they just don't know how
Her taking off sure took a toll on this ticker in my chest
I wish I could put her out just like one last cigarette
Thought I'd be good by now
But I'm sure finding out
That I can't hang it up
Like a dog collar 'round a rearview mirror
In an old farm truck
Like a nine-point deer shot a ten-pound bass
On a cypress stump
Or granddaddy's gun
Oh, like all them records on the wall, man
Oh, yeah I should put her right there with 'em all
Say to hell with it
And just put a nail in it
And hang it up
Say February 2nd, 2017
I never will forget it
The day that I wrecked everything
And let a good one go
Right on down the road
It was fireflies and fireworks and Fourth of July kisses
It was every night at midnight on the dot, dancing in the kitchen
It shouldn't be this hard, letting go of this old heart
But I can't hang it up
Like a dog collar 'round a rearview mirror
In an old farm truck
Like a nine-point deer shot a ten-pound bass
On a cypress stump
Or granddaddy's gun
Oh, like all them records on the wall, man
Oh, yeah I should put her right there with 'em all
Say to hell with it
And just put a nail in it
And hang it up
Hang it up
Like a baseball glove my senior year
Like the good Lord does with the sun 'round here
Wish I could hang it up
Like a dog collar 'round a rearview mirror
In an old farm truck
Like a nine-point deer shot a ten-pound bass
On a cypress stump
Why's it so damn tough?
Oh, like all them records on the wall, man
Oh, wish I could put her right there with 'em all
Say to hell with it
And just put a nail in it
And hang it up
Hang it up
Hang it up
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