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I grew up here where there ain't much blacktop
The headlights on the interstate don't stop
Any man worth his weight plows a straight row
And all the money is the grain in the silo

And there's just enough home grown pretty girls
Growin' up around here that like to sip cold beer
It's a blink and you miss it kind of town

Hey girl, you know what you've been missing?
Me, me, yeah
Hey girl, whoever you've been kissing
It ain't me, me
I got that love medicinal
I'll make you feel invincible
I'm more than recreational
I'm what you need

She got a smile that makes your worst day feel like it's your birthday
She's got a laugh like confetti would change her name if she'd let me
She's got a way of changing the game the way that you play is never the same

(She's the kind that makes you wanna)
Ride around, windows down, yeah, with the radio
(She's the kind that makes you wanna)
Drop your plans, drop a grand, hell where the money goes

I don't know what to do with myself
Friday night there's a handle on the shelf
I could use a hand, I could use some help
Lord knows I've been going through hell
Might step outside, catch a breath of fresh air
Or I might just drop to the middle of nowhere
Do a little soul searching, little moonlight churching
'Cause my world's gone numb and I just wanna feel something