I was writing this song one Sunday afternoon,
when I was feeling blue
and missing you
I strummed on some strings , strung together a few lines that
made me think of better times
with you
... When I go out on this sunny after-noon
I'll try & think less
about you
I ran into some friends and hung out for a while
started shootin' the **** & came home plowed
I laid down in my empty room
it was hard not to think
about you
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So , I'll pack up the car and I'll get outa town,
move up-state and drive 'til I've found
some-place where I
can't remember you...
...And that's the last time I'll ever mention you .
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