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The record players scratchin out an old and dusty tune 
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On the front porch, on a sunday, on a larky afternoon 
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We're lyin round like gypsies, a-thinkin bout goin to town 

And jimmy's drinkin whiskey straight lyin inb the shade 
Jamie's dancin round the kitchen with a glass of lemonade 
A-lookin like an angel who's never gonna touch the ground 



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Trouble in mind, id never lose that time 
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Livin for the best, leavin all the rest behind 

Now them boys from morgan county theyre a-comin out tonight 
With country on the radio and trouble in their eyes 
Come walkin up the driveway singin bout the night before 

And we'll head up to the mountain pickup trucks and guitars 
We'll all smoke marijuana as we look up at the stars 
A-raisin hell for hours until we cant take anymore 

Repeat chorus 

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Now there's a picture on the mantle top filled with old regrets 
Now things i cant remember and things i wont forget 
Id call you up and tell ya, but baby we've been gone too long 

Now that porch is just a memory and the record player's broke 
Them hills have gone to houses and jimmy's gone to smoke 
Id do the whole thing over, darling just to hear that song 

Repeat chorus 

Livin for the best, leavin all the rest behind