Kickin' At The Gravel In A Parking Lot Runnin' Cross The Street To The Record Shop Talkin' To My Buddy 'Bout Some Hip Hop Tune Hotter Than A Firework And It's Still June
Sun's About To Burn Itself Right Out Of The Sky Guess We'll All Be Lucky If We Don't Fry And The Preacher's Baptisin' At The River Bend Wash The Dust Off A Dixie, Start All Over Again
CHORUS: It Was Saturday Night And I Swore I'd Never Leave Her We Had The Boss Man Blastin' On The Radio Receiver They Say History Plays Tricks, She's A Real Deceiver She Gave Me Something From Her Heart Back Then- She Made Me A True Believer
I Believed That Every Little Word She Said Whispered Through The Sycamores In My Head Did We Really Drive Her Daddy's Truck Across Dry Creek My Hands Shakin' At The Wheel As Her Knees Went Weak
Pulled Back In The Woods And Shut The Headlights Off Jesus How'd She Ever Get Her Hair So Soft Can't See What I'm Doin', Don't Know If I Should Can't See What I'm Doin', Lord It Sure Feels Good
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I'm A True Believer And I'm Lookin' For A Sign That She Can Still Hear This Heart Of Mine Beatin' To The Rhythm Of The Rock And The Roll I'm A True Believer That The Girl's Got Soul
Now I'm Back In Alabama By That River Bend Well That Preacher's Baptizin' His Flock Again Well We Had Some Hard Times And A Little Luck And Her Daddy Gave Us That Old Pick-Up Truck
We Drove It On Up To Birmingham An Bought Ourselves A Pair Of Matchin' Weddin' Bands God,That Was Almost 21 Years Ago And We Still Got The Boss Man On The Radio
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