Tim McGraw

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You said the way my blue eyes 
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shined,
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Put those Georgia stars to shame 
that night
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I said: "That's a lie"
C                      Am
Just a boy in a Chevy truck,
That had a tendency of gettin' 
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stuck,
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On backroads at night
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An' I was right there beside him all
 summer long
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An' then the time we woke up to 
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find that summer'd gone
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But when you think: Tim McGraw,
                      Am
I hope you think my favorite song
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The one we danced to all night long
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The moon like a spotlight on the 
lake
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When you think happiness,
                   Am
I hope you think: "That little black
 dress"
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Think of my head on your chest,
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An' my old faded blue jeans
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When you think Tim McGraw,
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I hope you think of me
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  C                        Am
September saw a month of tears,
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An' thankin' God that you weren't 
here,
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To see me like that
    C                   Am
But in a box beneath my bed,
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Is a letter that you never read,
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From three summers back
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It's hard not to find it all a 
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little bitter sweet,
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An' lookin' back on all of that, 
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it's nice to believe:
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That when you think: Tim McGraw,
                      Am
I hope you think my favorite song
                                F
The one we danced to all night long
                 G
The moon like a spotlight on the 
lake
                  C
When you think happiness,
                   Am
I hope you think: "That little black
 dress"
                          F
Think of my head on your chest,
                        G
An' my old faded blue jeans
                       F
When you think Tim McGraw,
                    G
I hope you think of me

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And I'm back for the first time 
since then:
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I'm standin' on your street,
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An' there's a letter left on your 
doorstep,
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An' the first thing that you'll 
read:
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Is: "When you think: Tim McGraw,
                               Am
"I hope you think my favorite song"
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Some day you'll turn your radio on,
I hope it takes you back to that 
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place
                    C
When you think happiness,
                        Am
I hope you think: "That little black
 dress"
                           F
Think of my head on your chest,
                        G
An' my old faded blue jeans
                F           G
When you think Tim McGraw,
                      C
I hope you think of me
              Am
Oh, think of me,
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Mmmm
 C                           
You said the way my blue eyes 
   Am
shined,
                            F
Put those Georgia stars to shame 
that night
                   G
I said: "That's a lie"