Cole Swindell

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Made my way down to the bar with my drinkaby 

I swore you ain't worth the whiskey 

 But when She had me at heads Carolina came on

I got caught up in the middle of a memory 

Every single Saturday night 

You and I just kicking and chillin it 

But you're nowhere in sight 

And I can't help but wonder 

Did I freak you out when I whispered in your ear 

I just want you 

I can't help but hope you get lonely tonight 

Because you should be here with me

Every beer I drink 

And makes me pray  you don't love me too late 

Because the clock is ticking 

My heart is broken but if you're truly gone 

I'll eventually be okay and move on 










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