Seven Thirty-five
She’s someone else’s wife.
I can get on with my life,
And that thrills me.
She married him today,
Her daddy gave the bride away.
I heard a tear roll down her face,
And that kills me.
Just a girl born in Dixie
Washed in the blood
And raised on the banks
Of the Mississippi mud
She always had a thing
About fallin’ in love with a bad boy
Yea, they could see it all comin’
But her daddy never dreamed
She’d grow up that fast
You know what I mean
The way a girl gets
When she turns 17
Kinda crazy
That don’t make me a bad guy
It don’t scar my resume
Don’t you give me the black eye
Judging by my day to day
Easy to love and hard to keep
Let it dance on the wild side
I’m only good as I gotta be
Yeah that don’t make me a bad guy
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