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(Four, three, two)
Old friend, it's been awhile, and I ain't spoke to you in years
And often times boys from this town put wheels down and disappear
Mrs. Cole asked about you just three days back
And I had no answer to give her
I told her that you moved way out West to write some songs
And grow a little more bitter
The kids talk about you around here like you're some kind of legend
I wonder if they know a thousand sunrises ago you were eager just like them?
But if you ever decide to bring your pain
And your pride back to this side of Oklahoma City
There'll be a porch light on from the post you leaned on
'Fore you wound up on the wrong side of pity
And often times I pray for you and often times I don't
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you, or the fear of new hellos?
Won't stay long 'cause you won't stop your running
Wait for tomorrow 'til tomorrow's not coming
(woo)
(All over)
Heard you landed in Tulsa while he slipped away
Is that the reason your fleeing the fields we hauled hay?
Heat this July or the dark last December
Look in my eyes and you might remember
Weed out in Norman, the Stillwater strip
Run far enough boy and you're bound to trip
But if you ever decide to bring your pain
And your pride back to this side of Oklahoma City
There'll be a porch light on from the post you leaned on
'Fore you wound up on the wrong side of pity
And often times I pray for you and often times I don't
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you, or the fear of new hellos?
Never stay long 'cause you won't stop your running
Wait for tomorrow 'til tomorrow's not coming
(Send it)
(woo)
(Keep it goin')
If you ever decide to bring your pain
And your pride back to this side of Oklahoma City
There'll be a porch light on from the post you leaned on
'Fore you wound up on the wrong side of pity
And often times I pray for you and often times I don't
Is it the goodbyes that haunt you, or the fear of new hellos?
Never stay long 'cause you won't stop your running
Wait for tomorrow 'til tomorrow's not coming
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