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TRACE ADKINS >> Merchandise Links
TRACE ADKINS
(Bob DiPiero/Gerry House/Devon O'Day) She used to sit in the passenger seat Tappin' on the dash with her bare feet Poppin' that gum and paintin' her toenails blue She'd turn on the radio and crank it up That girl could never get it loud enough She'd make up words to songs she thought she knew Yeah saturday nights we'd lead the parade Of tricked out Fords and Chevrolets We'd cruise through town and head down to the lake Well I was hangin' with the boys a little bit later Talkin' 'bout tires and carburetors When I happened to see my whole world drive away Now I've got nothin' but taillights Nothin' but goodbye Nothin' but leavin' goin' on And I'm nothin' but sorry Got nothin' but memories She's nothin' but taillights gone I ain't sayin' she stole that car But that was May and this is March And all I get are tickets in the mail She was doin' eighty-five in Tennessee Clocked in Kansas doin' ninety-three I just hope she lets me post her bail Cause I've got nothin' but taillights Nothin' but goodbye Nothin' but leavin' goin' on And I'm nothin' but sorry Got nothin' but memories She's nothin' but taillights gone...come back baby I've got nothin' but taillights Nothin' but goodbye Nothin' but leavin' goin' on And I'm nothin' but sorry Got nothin' but memories She's nothin' but taillights gone Lord she's nothin' but taillights gone
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