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I see you drive a chevy, I drive one too Hell I'll drive it in the ground before I buy one new I bet you fish in the summer, and hunt in the fall Looks like we're cut from the same cloth Yeah the truth is we'd prolly get along Got the same taste in women, whiskey, and songs Braves caps on the dash and dogs back home There's a pretty good chance that you and me would be boys But she's yours Yea hows her sister doing, she still in LA? Does she still call up her momma on the phone everyday Does she still talk about getting out and seeing the world Man If I were you, I'd hang on to that girl Yeah the truth is we'd prolly get along Got the same taste in women, whiskey, and songs Braves caps on the dash and dogs back home There's a pretty good chance that you and me would be boys But she's yours Maybe if we met another place or some other time But I'll never get over her not being mine Yeah the truth is we'd prolly get along Letras de cancionesGot the same taste in women, whiskey, and songs Yeah but you've got her and I'm all alone There's a pretty good chance that you and me would be boys But she's yours Yes, she's yours Yes, she's yours From Letras Mania