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Adam Johnson
Adam Johnson
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She packed her bags, walked out that door Said she don't need me anymore Cracked a beer, called up John-Roy I'm going drinking with the boys She skipped out on a Saturday Just in time to watch my Aggies play No she hasn't let me watch a game In about six weeks The sun's shining on the patio I'm thinking that's where this buzz'll grow And I don't got to worry 'bout her giving me shit I think she underestimated me When she Packed her bags, walked out that door Said she don't need me anymore Cracked a beer, called up John-Roy I'm going drinking with the boys Cooler's packed, beers on ice Everybody's coming out tonight She might think I'll come crawling back She don't know the Joy Of Drinking with the boys I still don't know why she yelled at me When I got home at 10:30 What a way to end a Friday night At Least I don't got to worry 'Bout dinner with her Family Y'know her dad's gonna glare at me And throw me out that door I think she underestimated me When she Packed her bags, walked out that door Said she don't need me anymore Cracked a beer, called up John-Roy I'm going drinking with the boys Cooler's packed, beers on ice Everybody's coming out tonight She might think I'll come crawling back She don't know the Joy Of Drinking with the boys All her Calls go to voice mail She can't take the wind from my sails Cuz I'm finally over her And the Boy's are the happiest people here on earth Since she Packed her bags, walked out that door Said she don't need me anymore Cracked a beer, called up John-Roy I'm going drinking with the boys Cooler's packed, beers on ice Everybody's coming out tonight She might think I'll come crawling back She don't know the Joy Of Drinking with the boys Drinking with the Boys
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