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    January 16

    all summer long

    It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
    Caught somewhere between a boy and man
    She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
    It was summertime in Northern Michigan
    Ahh Ahh Ahh
    Ahh Ahh Ahh

    Splashing through the sand bar
    Talking by the campfire
    It's the simple things in life, like when and where
    We didn't have no internet
    But man I never will forget
    The way the moonlight shined upon her hair

    [Chorus:]
    And we were trying different things
    We were smoking funny things
    Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
    Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
    Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
    Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long

    Catching Walleye from the dock
    Watching the waves roll off the rocks
    She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul
    We'd blister in the sun
    We couldn't wait for night to come
    To hit that sand and play some rock and roll

    While we were trying different things
    And we were smoking funny things
    Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
    Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
    Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
    Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long

    Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves began to change
    Or how we thought those days would never end
    Sometimes I'll hear that song and I'll start to sing along
    And think man I'd love to see that girl again

    [Repeat Chorus x2]

    Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
    Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
    Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
    Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long


    June 28

    boondocks



    Artist: Little Big Town
    Album: The Road To Here
    Title: Boondocks

    (Karen Fairchild/Kimberly Roads/Phillip Sweet/Jimi Westbrook/Wayne Kirkpatrick)

    I feel no shame
    I'm proud of where I came from
    I was born and raised in the boondocks
    One thing I know
    No matter where I go
    I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

    And I can feel that
    Muddy water running through my veins
    And I can hear that
    Lullaby of a midnight train
    It sings to me and
    It sounds familiar

    I feel no shame
    I'm proud of where I came from
    I was born and raised in the boondocks
    One thing I know
    No matter where I go
    I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

    And I can taste that
    Honeysuckle and it's still so sweet
    When it grows wild
    On the banks down an old camp creek
    Yeah, and it calls to me like a warm wind blowing

    I feel no shame
    I'm proud of where I came from
    I was born and raised in the boondocks
    One thing I know
    No matter where I go
    I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

    It's where I learned about living
    It's where I learned about love
    It's where I learned about working hard
    And having a little was just enough

    It's where I learned about Jesus
    And knowing where I stand
    You can take it or leave it
    This is me
    This is who I am

    Give me a tin roof
    A front porch and a
    Gravel road
    And that's home to me
    It feels like home to me

    I feel no shame
    I'm proud of where I came from
    I was born and raised in the boondocks
    One thing I know
    No matter where I go
    I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

    I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

    You get a line
    I'll get a pole
    We'll go fishing in the
    Crawfish hole
    Five-card poker on a Saturday night
    Church on Sunday morning

    You get a line
    I'll get a pole
    We'll go fishing in the
    Crawfish hole
    (Down in the boondocks)
    Five-card poker on a Saturday night
    Church on Sunday morning

    You get a line
    I'll get a pole
    We'll go fishing in the
    Crawfish hole
    (Down in the boondocks)
    Five-card poker on a Saturday night
    Church on Sunday morning
    (Say a little prayer for me)