Intro: GGm7Gsus4GC
Me and the boys, we played every frat house and dive
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We rocked the Razorbacks, the Vols and the Crimson Tide
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We were down and destined when she walked up to the stage
AmDG
Dropped a note in the tip jar, blew a kiss and walked away
FCG
I counted two hundred dollars, one request for the Grateful Dead
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A couple bottle caps, a business card, and a perfume note that said
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I love hurricanes and long-necks, and guitars cranked up on ten
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Waking up with the sunset, and hanging here at the Hog's Breath
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Lighters raised up in the smoke rings, the sunburn on some new ink
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I'm hearing Drift Away while you sing, and kissing beneath the stars
AmDG
Oh man, you find all kind of things in a tip jar
GC
I held her that summer, living on borrowed time
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Cause once September comes, everybody says goodbye
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Now it's the last show and here she comes to the stage
AmDG
Dropped a snapshot in the tip jar, blew a kiss and walked away
FCG
I counted five hundred dollars, one request for the Grateful Dead
FCD
And a picture of her with those long tan legs, and on the back it said:
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I love hurricanes and long-necks, and guitars cranked up on ten
CDEmAmBmC
Waking up with you at sunset, and hanging here at the Hog's Breath
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Lighters raised up in the smoke rings, the sunburn on some new ink
CDEmAmBmC
I'm hearing Drift Away while you sing, baby, take care of my heart
AmDG
Man, you find all kind of things in a tip jar
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I see lighters raised in the smoke rings, and sunburn on some new ink
CDEmAmBmC
I'm playing Drift Away but I can't sing, as she slips off into the dark
AmDG
Man, you find all kind of things in a tip jar
AmDG
Yeah, you find all kind of things in a tip jar