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If you can t here me now, so when my times up all this good ol boy needs is to bury me in blue jeans, woahhhhh woahhhh
Woahhhhh woahhhh, just give me blue time and oak, something faded and worn in the knees
I never asked for too many things just bury me in blue jeans, and i know i know theres so far to go got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed
Just give me blue time and oak, woahhhhh woahhhh Music, i little the shirts with the pearl snaps and
Id die in boots if it was up to me and bury me in blue jeans, i got a tumbleweed so too far too far, just give me blue time and oak
couldn t be a cowboy im a hundred years late ima six string poet and a radio
And i know i know theres so far to go got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed, i guess i learned it from my granddad
Im a thankful one for everything i have, and throw this old guitar in there please when you bury me in blue jeans, i little the shirts with the pearl snaps and
Oh give me so far to go, give me so far to goooo, just give me so far to go
If you can t here me now, im a brother im a son im a dad Music, im not gonna regret the past when they bury me in blue jeans
fits like a glove and frayed at the seams
Couldn t be a cowboy im a hundred years late ima six string poet and a radio, something faded and worn in the knees Music, id die in boots if it was up to me and bury me in blue jeans
Im not gonna regret the past when they bury me in blue jeans, just give me blue time and oak
If you can t here me now, woaaaaahhhhhhhh
If you can t here me now, just give me so far to go
And i know i know theres so far to go got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed, couldn t be a cowboy im a hundred years late ima six string poet and a radio, im not gonna regret the past when they bury me in blue jeans
Fits like a glove and frayed at the seams, something faded and worn in the knees
I never asked for too many things just bury me in blue jeans, id die in boots if it was up to me and bury me in blue jeans
Something faded and worn in the knees, so when my times upall this good ol boy needs is to bury me in blue jeans
and throw this old guitar in there please when you bury me in blue jeans
I little the shirts with the pearl snaps and, id die in boots if it was up to me and bury me in blue jeans Massage, just give me blue time and oak
Just give me blue time and oak, and i know i know theres so far to go got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed
Just give me blue time and oak, something faded and worn in the knees, just give me so far to go
woahhhhh woahhhh
Woaaaaahhhhhhhh, just give me so far to go, if you can t here me now
Id die in boots if it was up to me and bury me in blue jeans, and i know i know theres so far to go got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed Music, couldn t be a cowboy im a hundred years late ima six string poet and a radio
just give me blue time and oak
and i know i know theres so far to go got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed
so far to goooooo
So when my times up all this good ol boy needs is to bury me in blue jeans, woaaaaahhhhhhhh, something faded and worn in the knees
So when my times up all this good ol boy needs is to bury me in blue jeans, just give me blue time and oak
I got a tumbleweed so too far too far, if you can t here me now, and throw this old guitar in there please when you bury me in blue jeans
Id die in boots if it was up to me and bury me in blue jeans, and throw this old guitar in there please when you bury me in blue jeans
I guess i learned it from my granddad, so far to goooooo Massage, woaaaaahhhhhhhh
just give me so far to go
and i know i know theres so far to go got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed
and i know i know theres so far to go got the roots of an oak and a tumbleweed
If you can t here me now, so when my times up all this good ol boy needs is to bury me in blue jeans
i got a tumbleweed so too far too far
Oh give me so far to go, i got a tumbleweed so too far too far, just give me so far to go
Woaaaaahhhhhhhh, i guess i learned it from my granddad, i guess i learned it from my granddad
I got a tumbleweed so too far too far, so when my times up all this good ol boy needs is to bury me in blue jeans
So when my times up all this good ol boy needs is to bury me in blue jeans, so when my times up all this good ol boy needs is to bury me in blue jeans
Woaaaaahhhhhhhh, woahhhhh woahhhh, i little the shirts with the pearl snaps and
Something faded and worn in the knees, and throw this old guitar in there please when you bury me in blue jeans, if you can t here me now
Oh give me so far to go, fits like a glove and frayed at the seams, and throw this old guitar in there please when you bury me in blue jeans
im a thankful one for everything i have
just give me blue time and oak
If you can t here me now, woahhhhh woahhhh, just give me blue time and oak
im a brother im a son im a dad