HARDY (US, country) – Dog Years (Guitar)

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I was a blacktop traveler,

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Accident waiting to happen,

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But thank God you and your daddy pulled over,

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And let that tailgate down,

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Never would I have imagined,

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When you set me up in the back of that truck,

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I’d fell in hands of a new best friend,

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Looking back at it now

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That was the best life I could ask for,

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Bruises and cuts and covered in mud,

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And feet up on the dashboard,

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Picking up girls, not a worry in the world,

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And you and me, made a good team,

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You took me in when I didn't have a prayer,

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That was the best life I could ask for,

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Now that I'm looking back on those dog years

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Something about those little things,

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Flat head cats on a river bank,

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Chasing white tailed deer, stealing your dad's beer,

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You poured a little on the ground for me,

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And who could forget that first kiss,

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Come to think of it man I'm sure I convinced her,

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When she asked if you were next,

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After I laid one on her cheek.

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Yeah, that was the best life I could ask for,

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Bruises and cuts and covered in mud,

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And feet up on the dashboard,

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Picking up girls, not a worry in the world,

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And you and me, made a good team,

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You took me in when I didn't have a prayer,

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That was the best life I could ask for,

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Now that I'm looking back on those dog years

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And right now I know you're fightin’,

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A lot of feelings staring at me,

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Knowing this time when you scratch my head,

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It'll probably be the last,

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But if I could speak your language,

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All that I would do is thank you,

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For the best years,

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Though they went by seven times too fast.

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Cause that was the best life I could ask for,

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Bruises and cuts and covered in mud,

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And feet up on the dashboard,

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Picking up girls, not a worry in the world,

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And you and me, made a good team,

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You took me in when I didn't have a prayer,

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That was the best life I could ask for,

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The best life I could ask for,

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The best life I could ask for,

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Now that I'm looking back on those dog years

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     All those dog years