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Easton Corbin

Stepped off the plane down in Cabo Just meanin' to stay for a week I got a funny sensation about this vacation The second the sand hit my feet Taxi driver

It was Sunday afternoon, I was sunk in my recliner Football game was on, Tampa Bay and Carolina I wasn't payin' much attention, the volume down Not watchin

Smokey bar Mediocre band playin' Old familiar songs Hit after hit Neon lights Cuttin' through the smoke A new Minnesota fats Is chalkin' up his stick

I can love you in the morning I can love you all day I can love you even more when I get home I can love you every second To the ends of the earth Where

Someday when I'm old I'll pull up to the store And park wherever the hell I want to I'll buy a box of Moon Pies And flirt with the cashier Yeah, like

This mornin' in the paper, I read about a man who had sacrificed and worked hard all his life. He said he bought a ticket to some big lottery and just

Someday when I'm old I'll pull up to the store and park wherever I want to. I'll buy a box of moonpies and flirt with the cashier yeah, like I was still

Imagine a dirt road full of potholes, With a creek bank and some cane poles catchin channel cat, Im a little more country than that, Picture a small

I got my old guitar and some fishin poles So baby fill that cooler full of something cold Don't ask just pack and we'll hit the road runnin honey what