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Johnny Bulford
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Jon Stone
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Phil Barton
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Lee Brice
Lee Brice
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Hank Hiriam Williams
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Justin Niebank
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Last night, outta the blue Driftin' off to the evening news She said, "Honey, what would you do If you'd have never met me" I just laughed, said, "I don't know But I could take a couple guesses though" And then tried to dig real deep Said, "Darlin', honestly" I'd do a lot more offshore fishin' I'd probably eat more drive-thru chicken Take a few strokes off my golf game If I'd have never known your name I'd still be drivin' that old green 'Nova I probably never would have heard of yoga I'd be a better football fan But if I was a single man Alone and out there on the loose Well, I'd be lookin' for a woman like you I could tell that got her attention So I said, "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I wouldn't trade a single day For 100 years, the other way" She just smiled and rolled her eyes 'Cause she's heard all of my lines I said, "C'mon on, girl, seriously" If I hadn't been so lucky, I'd be Shootin' pool in my bachelor pad Playin' bass in my cover band Restockin' up cold Bud Light For poker every Tuesday night, yeah I'd have a dirt bike in the shed And not one throw pillow on the bed I'd keep my cash in a coffee can But if I was a single man Alone and out there on the loose Well, I'd be lookin' for a woman like you She knows what a mess I'd be if I didn't have her here But to be sure, I whispered in her ear You know I get sick deep-sea fishin' And you make the best fried chicken I got a hopeless golf game I love the sound of your name I might miss that old green 'Nova But I love watchin' you do yoga I'd take a gold band on my hand Over being a single man 'Cause honestly, I don't know what I'd do If I'd never met a woman like you
Writer(s): Philip Barton, Johnny Bulford, Jonathan Stone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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