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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Old Guys (Feat. Cody Johnson)
God forbid you go before I doThat'd be the start of the hell that I'd go throughI'd be three sheets deep in BostonMaybe lost in baton rougeGod forbid you go before I doI'd be the possum in the groundI'd be whitley on the brownHe stopped loving her todayI'm no stranger to the rainI'd be merle locked in san quentinI'd have a real damn hard time quittin'I'd have no reason and no whyI'd be lonely as the crow fliesI'd be a goner on a stoolWith a jukebox and a few of the old guysNext to some broke heart out getting drunkI'd tell him 'bout the girl I got to loveAnd how I'd never find anotherAnd I sure wouldn't want toGod forbid you go a single day before I doI'd be the possum in the groundI'd be whitley on the brownHe stopped loving her todayI'm no stranger to the rainI'd be merle locked in san quentinI'd have a real damn hard time quittin'I'd have no reason and no whyI'd be lonely as the crow fliesI'd be a goner on a stoolWith a jukebox and a few of the old guysI'd be a long slide on a steel guitarAnother long night in another barI'd be the possum in the groundI'd be whitley on the brownHe stopped loving her todayI'm no stranger to the rainI'd be merle locked in san quentinI'd have a real damn hard time quittin'I'd have no reason and no whyI'd be lonely as the crow fliesI'd be a goner on a stoolWith a jukebox and a few of the old guysGod forbid you go before I do
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