Track-T
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We made all the hot spots. My money flowed like wine
Then the low down Southern whiskey, yeah, began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells, or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk on the house at the end of town
But boy do I remember the strain of her refrain
And the nights we spent together, and the way she called my name
Then the low down Southern whiskey, yeah, began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells, or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk on the house at the end of town
But boy do I remember the strain of her refrain
And the nights we spent together, and the way she called my name