Ron Pope — The Queen Of Fort Payne, Alabama
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Long before she was a mother or a lawyer or a wife
That girl she was an anchor, bent on keeping me alive
It was summer, she was leaving, no we were not meant to last
But on the floor next to my unmade bed, you couldn't tell us that
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through
As our mothers become angels, my brothers we survive
Now we raise up our own babies and beg the Lord to slow down time
Come on, strap in boys, we're drinking like it's two thousand and five
I know that we'll crash tomorrow but tonight we're flying high
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through
Someone misplaced a sundress
The Queen of Fort Payne, Alabama was not impressed
She knew us well enough to guess
Which one of us had sinned
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through
That girl she was an anchor, bent on keeping me alive
It was summer, she was leaving, no we were not meant to last
But on the floor next to my unmade bed, you couldn't tell us that
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through
As our mothers become angels, my brothers we survive
Now we raise up our own babies and beg the Lord to slow down time
Come on, strap in boys, we're drinking like it's two thousand and five
I know that we'll crash tomorrow but tonight we're flying high
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through
Someone misplaced a sundress
The Queen of Fort Payne, Alabama was not impressed
She knew us well enough to guess
Which one of us had sinned
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through
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