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I fell for a boy Who wore muddy boots Lights jeans Who drove A cummins truck With stacks on the back With a confederate flag flying high With pride He liked tobacco Whether it be cigarettes or dip I remember telling him that they were Bad for him He smiled and inhaled the nicotine Without a care in the world That was before I smoked a pack a day As you can see That was almost a lifetime ago Because he's gone And now I'm addicted
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
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I fell for a boy Who wore muddy boots Lights jeans Who drove A cummins truck With stacks on the back With a confederate flag flying high With pride He liked tobacco Whether it be cigarettes or dip I remember telling him that they were Bad for him He smiled and inhaled the nicotine Without a care in the world That was before I smoked a pack a day As you can see That was almost a lifetime ago Because he's gone And now I'm addicted
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
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