|
he
|
said
|
the
|
way
|
my
|
blue
|
eyes
|
shined
|
put
|
those
|
Georgia
|
stars
|
to
|
shame
|
that
|
night
|
i
|
said
|
that's
|
a
|
lie
|
just
|
a
|
boy
|
in
|
a
|
Chevy
|
truck
|
that
|
had
|
a
|
tendency
|
of
|
gettin'
|
stuck
|
on
|
back
|
roads
|
at
|
night
|
and
|
i
|
was
|
right
|
there
|
beside
|
|
|
him
|
all
|
summer
|
long
|
and
|
then
|
the
|
time
|
we
|
woke
|
up
|
to
|
find
|
that
|
summer
|
gone
|
but
|
when
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
i
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
my
|
favorite
|
song
|
the
|
one
|
we
|
danced
|
to
|
all
|
night
|
long
|
the
|
moon
|
like
|
a
|
spotlight
|
on
|
the
|
lake
|
when
|
|
|
you
|
think
|
happiness
|
i
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
that
|
little
|
black
|
dress
|
think
|
of
|
my
|
head
|
on
|
your
|
chest
|
and
|
my
|
old
|
faded
|
blue
|
jeans
|
when
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
i
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
of
|
me
|
september
|
saw
|
a
|
month
|
of
|
tears
|
and
|
thankin'
|
God
|
that
|
you
|
|
|
weren't
|
here
|
to
|
see
|
me
|
like
|
that
|
but
|
in
|
a
|
box
|
beneath
|
my
|
bed
|
is
|
a
|
letter
|
that
|
you
|
never
|
read
|
from
|
three
|
summers
|
back
|
it's
|
hard
|
not
|
to
|
find
|
it
|
all
|
a
|
little
|
bittersweet
|
and
|
lookin'
|
back
|
on
|
all
|
of
|
that
|
it's
|
nice
|
to
|
believe
|
|
|
when
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
i
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
my
|
favorite
|
song
|
the
|
one
|
we
|
danced
|
to
|
all
|
night
|
long
|
the
|
moon
|
like
|
a
|
spotlight
|
on
|
the
|
lake
|
when
|
you
|
think
|
happiness
|
i
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
that
|
little
|
black
|
dress
|
think
|
of
|
my
|
head
|
on
|
your
|
|
|
chest
|
and
|
my
|
old
|
faded
|
blue
|
jeans
|
when
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
i
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
of
|
me
|
and
|
i'm
|
back
|
for
|
the
|
first
|
time
|
since
|
then
|
i'm
|
standin'
|
on
|
your
|
street
|
and
|
there's
|
a
|
letter
|
left
|
on
|
your
|
doorstep
|
and
|
the
|
first
|
thing
|
that
|
you'll
|
|
|
read
|
is
|
when
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
i
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
my
|
favorite
|
song
|
someday
|
you'll
|
turn
|
your
|
radio
|
on
|
i
|
hope
|
it
|
takes
|
you
|
back
|
to
|
that
|
place
|
when
|
you
|
think
|
happiness
|
i
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
that
|
little
|
black
|
dress
|
think
|
of
|
my
|
head
|
|
|
on
|
your
|
chest
|
and
|
my
|
old
|
faded
|
blue
|
jeans
|
when
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
i
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
of
|
me
|
oh
|
think
|
of
|
me
|
he
|
said
|
the
|
way
|
my
|
blue
|
eyes
|
shined
|
put
|
those
|
Georgia
|
stars
|
to
|
shame
|
that
|
night
|
i
|
said
|
that's
|
a
|
lie
|
|