Answer
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He
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said
|
the
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way
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my
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blue
|
eyes
|
shined
|
Put
|
those
|
Georgia
|
stars
|
to
|
shame
|
that
|
night
|
I
|
said
|
"That's
|
a
|
lie"
|
Just
|
a
|
boy
|
in
|
a
|
Chevy
|
truck
|
That
|
had
|
a
|
tendency
|
of
|
gettin'
|
stuck
|
On
|
backroads
|
at
|
night
|
And
|
I
|
was
|
right
|
there
|
beside
|
him
|
|
Answer
|
all
|
summer
|
long
|
And
|
then
|
the
|
time
|
we
|
woke
|
up
|
to
|
find
|
that
|
summer
|
gone
|
But
|
when
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
my
|
favorite
|
song
|
The
|
one
|
we
|
danced
|
to
|
all
|
night
|
long
|
The
|
moon
|
like
|
a
|
spotlight
|
on
|
the
|
lake
|
When
|
you
|
|
Answer
|
think
|
happiness
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
that
|
little
|
black
|
dress
|
Think
|
of
|
my
|
head
|
on
|
your
|
chest
|
And
|
my
|
old
|
faded
|
blue
|
jeans
|
When
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
of
|
me
|
September
|
saw
|
a
|
month
|
of
|
tears
|
And
|
thankin'
|
God
|
that
|
you
|
weren't
|
|
Answer
|
here
|
To
|
see
|
me
|
like
|
that
|
But
|
in
|
a
|
box
|
beneath
|
my
|
bed
|
Is
|
a
|
letter
|
that
|
you
|
never
|
read
|
From
|
three
|
summers
|
back
|
It's
|
hard
|
not
|
to
|
find
|
it
|
all
|
a
|
little
|
bittersweet
|
And
|
lookin'
|
back
|
on
|
all
|
of
|
that
|
it's
|
nice
|
to
|
believe
|
When
|
|
Answer
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
my
|
favorite
|
song
|
The
|
one
|
we
|
danced
|
to
|
all
|
night
|
long
|
The
|
moon
|
like
|
a
|
spotlight
|
on
|
the
|
lake
|
When
|
you
|
think
|
happiness
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
that
|
little
|
black
|
dress
|
Think
|
of
|
my
|
head
|
on
|
your
|
chest
|
|
Answer
|
And
|
my
|
old
|
faded
|
blue
|
jeans
|
When
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
of
|
me
|
And
|
I'm
|
back
|
for
|
the
|
first
|
time
|
since
|
then
|
I'm
|
standin'
|
on
|
your
|
street
|
And
|
there's
|
a
|
letter
|
left
|
on
|
your
|
doorstep
|
And
|
the
|
first
|
thing
|
that
|
you'll
|
read
|
|
Answer
|
Is
|
when
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
my
|
favorite
|
song
|
Someday
|
you'll
|
turn
|
your
|
radio
|
on
|
I
|
hope
|
it
|
takes
|
you
|
back
|
to
|
that
|
place
|
When
|
you
|
think
|
happiness
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
that
|
little
|
black
|
dress
|
Think
|
of
|
my
|
head
|
on
|
|
Answer
|
your
|
chest
|
And
|
my
|
old
|
faded
|
blue
|
jeans
|
When
|
you
|
think
|
Tim
|
McGraw
|
I
|
hope
|
you
|
think
|
of
|
me
|
Oh
|
think
|
of
|
me
|
mm
|
He
|
said
|
the
|
way
|
my
|
blue
|
eyes
|
shined
|
Put
|
those
|
Georgia
|
stars
|
to
|
shame
|
that
|
night
|
I
|
said
|
"That's
|
a
|
lie"
|
|