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Second 16 Lyrics - Artist : Mark Wills
Aw yeah
Got four hundred horses in the driveway Been known to get a little sideways On a Saturday night Here she comes, walkin' out, takin' my breath Best thing that ever happened to a redneck She jumps in and holds on tight We were cruisin' downtown when we stopped at a red light A kid pulled up beside and he yelled, "Hey, there, mister thirty-somethin' Do you wanna run 'em?" So we gunned 'em And I blew his doors off when the light turned green Hey, kid, I ain't thirty-nothin', I'm just workin' on my second sixteen Burn some candles and a whole week's pay I own a little table tucked away And a bottle of her favorite wine Now this is where the velvet box comes in I still do, and, baby, will you again? Marry me and renew our vows one more time? We were on our way home when we pulled off the highway just like the old days Reminiscin' lead to kissin', ended up in the backseat, when she asked me "Don't you think we're a little too old for this sort of thing" We couldn't see the blue lights behind us, full of steam "Officer, we ain't thirty-nothin', we're just workin' on our second sixteen" Yeah, we're workin' on our second sixteen We'll be workin' on our third sixteen We'll be workin' on our fourth sixteen |
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