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Tim
McGraw
He said the way my blue eyes shined/ Put those Georgia stars to shame that night/ I said: "That's a lie."/ Just a boy in a Chevy truck/ That had a tendency of getting' stuck/ On back roads at night/ And I was right there beside him/ all summer long/ And that night we woke up to find that summer gone/ But when you think Tim McGraw/ I hope you think my favorite song/ The one we danced to all night long/ The moon like a spotlight on the lake/ When you think happiness/ I hope you think that little black dress/ Think of my head on your chest/ And my old faded blue jeans/ When you think Tim McGraw/ I hope you think of me/September saw a month of tears/ And thanking' God that you weren't here/To see me like that
But in a box beneath my
bed
Is a letter that you never
read
From three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little
bitter sweet
And lookin' back on
all of that, it's nice to believe
When
you think Tim McGraw
I hope
you think my favorite song
The one we danced
to all night long
The
moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think
happiness
I hope
you think that little black dress
Think of my head on
your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I
hope you
think of me
And I'm back for the first time since then
I'm
standin'
on your street
And there's a letter left on your doorstep
And
the
first thing that you'll read is:
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope
you think my favorite song
Someday you'll turn your radio on
I hope it
takes you back to that place
When you think happiness
I hope you
think
that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my
old faded
blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of
me
Oh,
think of me
Mmmm
He said the way my blue eyes shine
Put those
Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: "That's a
lie"
McGraw
He said the way my blue eyes shined/ Put those Georgia stars to shame that night/ I said: "That's a lie."/ Just a boy in a Chevy truck/ That had a tendency of getting' stuck/ On back roads at night/ And I was right there beside him/ all summer long/ And that night we woke up to find that summer gone/ But when you think Tim McGraw/ I hope you think my favorite song/ The one we danced to all night long/ The moon like a spotlight on the lake/ When you think happiness/ I hope you think that little black dress/ Think of my head on your chest/ And my old faded blue jeans/ When you think Tim McGraw/ I hope you think of me/September saw a month of tears/ And thanking' God that you weren't here/To see me like that
But in a box beneath my
bed
Is a letter that you never
read
From three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little
bitter sweet
And lookin' back on
all of that, it's nice to believe
When
you think Tim McGraw
I hope
you think my favorite song
The one we danced
to all night long
The
moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think
happiness
I hope
you think that little black dress
Think of my head on
your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I
hope you
think of me
And I'm back for the first time since then
I'm
standin'
on your street
And there's a letter left on your doorstep
And
the
first thing that you'll read is:
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope
you think my favorite song
Someday you'll turn your radio on
I hope it
takes you back to that place
When you think happiness
I hope you
think
that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my
old faded
blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of
me
Oh,
think of me
Mmmm
He said the way my blue eyes shine
Put those
Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: "That's a
lie"