Tim McGraw – Meanwhile Back At Mamas (Guitar)

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Running round in this new truck, bank let's me borrow from month to month,

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Running out of credit and find a little cash on the radio.

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Standing still they're blowing past, numbers on cars going NASCAR fast,

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What I wouldn't give for a slow down, don't you know.

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Cause where I come from, only the horses run,

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When the day is done, we take it easy.

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Meanwhile back at Mama's, the porch light's on come in if you wanna,

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Supper's on the stove and beers in the fridge, red sun sinking out low on the ridge.

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Game's on the tube and Daddy smokes cigarettes, whiskey keeps his whistle wet,

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Funny the things you thought you'd never miss, in a world gone crazy as this.

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Well I found a girl and we don't fit in here. Talk about how hard it is to breathe here,

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Even with the windows down can't catch a southern breeze here, One of these days gonna 

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Meanwhile back at Mama's, the porch light's on come in if you wanna,

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Supper's on the stove and beers in the fridge, red sun sinking out low on the ridge.

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Game's on the tube and Daddy smokes cigarettes, whiskey keeps his whistle wet,

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Funny the things you thought you'd never miss, in a world gone crazy as this.

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Oh, I miss, yeah, a little dirt on the road. I miss corn growing in a row.

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I miss being somebody everybody knows, where everybody knows everybody.

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I miss those small town roots. Walking around in muddy boots.

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The sound of rain on an old tin roof, it's time we head on back.

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'Cause meanwhile back at Mama's, the For Sale sign's going up and I'm gonna,

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Dump this truck and the little I got on a loan to own and a three-acre lot.

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Put supper on the stove and beer in the fridge, going for broke and we're gonna be rich,

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Watch the sun setting on the ridge, baby, tell me what you think about this

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Me and you back at Mama's.

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Yeah, me and you back at Mama's.