It was pure true
broken records
and country roads
lace and touching my rodeo
girl
and it was before the news
and we sold that truck
and those used boots
and it was are dreams
drinking reality in love
and we always
sung the word
to each and every Alan Jackson song
to forget the problems
on the farm
and wec caught each heart
falling over the sunny sky
and we didn't use to ever cry
alone
and it felt so good
before
that we didn't ever have to lie
brfore
and it was pure true
with the am radio on
©mrnothing
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