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I want a country boy, who picks me up in his beat-up hand-me-down, lived-in pick up a football-playing Sunday morning worshiping second son of a tight-knit clan that looks at me with his unclouded blue eyes not searching for faults or explanations no need to foresee the future. And I'd look up grateful to some glorious power for giving this country boy, this southern-drawl using sweet-tea drinking yes-ma'am-answering gentleman, just to me.
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
Country Boy
I want a country boy, who picks me up in his beat-up hand-me-down, lived-in pick up a football-playing Sunday morning worshiping second son of a tight-knit clan that looks at me with his unclouded blue eyes not searching for faults or explanations no need to foresee the future. And I'd look up grateful to some glorious power for giving this country boy, this southern-drawl using sweet-tea drinking yes-ma'am-answering gentleman, just to me.
josieboux
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
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