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Cole Swindell
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Michael Carter
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James Mitchell
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Dave Cohen
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Brandon Kinney
Brandon Kinney
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Michael Carter
Michael Carter
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Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
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Michael Carter
Michael Carter
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Kam Luchterhand
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Mike Stankiewicz
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Zack Pancoast
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John Palmieri
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Mills Logan
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Adam Ayan
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Patrick Thrasher
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Scott Johnson
Scott Johnson
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I wish this whiskey Would make her miss me Like I wish she did, I wish she did Pouring up another one Won't change what I should've done Before she left, now all that's left is Mile by mile and city by city she's Getting over me and man it ain't pretty, no She's out there rolling down some old interstate Wide open, wide open, couldn't make her stay Probably cranking up some new freedom song Wide open, wide open, won't pick up the phone While I'm dying here tonight Staring goodbye in the face Saying I love you too late Too late I can't take back what I never said but If I could, man I would Try and make her see That me and Tennessee want her back I wish it worked like that, yeah If I had half a clue where she was heading now I'd do what I had to do To make her turn her car around She's out there rolling down some old interstate Wide open, wide open, couldn't make her stay Probably cranking up some new freedom song Wide open, wide open, won't pick up the phone While I'm dying here tonight Staring goodbye in the face Saying I love you too late Too late Yeah, I shoulda held her close I shoulda let her know How I felt about her 'Bout a couple county lines ago She's out there rolling down some old interstate Wide open, wide open, I couldn't make her stay Probably cranking up some new freedom song Wide open, wide open, won't pick up the phone While I'm dying here tonight Staring goodbye in the face Saying I love you too late Too late, yeah I love you too late I can't take back what I never said but If I could, damn I would
Writer(s): Cole Swindell, Brandon Kinney, Michael Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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