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I was just out of the service thumbin' through the
classifieds
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When an
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ad that said old Chevy somehow caught my eye
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The Lady didn't know the year or even if it ran
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but I
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had that thousand d
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ollars in my h
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It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn
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With t
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hirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp
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and
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when I pulled the cover off, It t
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ook away my breath
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what she called a Chevy was a '6
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6 Corvette.
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And
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I felt a little guilty as
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I counted out the bills
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C
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D
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but
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what a thrill I got, when I
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sat behind the w
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heel.
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G
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I opened up the glove box and that's when I found the note
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G
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The d
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ate was 1966 t
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his is what he w
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rote:
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CHORUS:
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C
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He said my n
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ame is P
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rivate A
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ndrew M
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alone
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G
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D
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C
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D
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and if y
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ou're reading
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this then I
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didn't make it
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home
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G
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D
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C
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D
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But for e
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very dream that's
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shattered,
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another one comes
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true
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C
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D
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this c
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ar was once a dream of mine,
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now it belongs to you
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G
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D
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C
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D
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and th
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ough you may t
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ake her and m
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ake her your o
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wn
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G
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D
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C
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D
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G
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You'll always be
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rid-i
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rivate M
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alone.
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Verse: 2
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G
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Well it didn't take me long, I had her running good
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C
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I loved
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to hear those horses thunder underneath her hood.
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G
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I had her shining like a diamond and I'd put the ragtop
down
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C
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D
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G
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All th
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e pretty girls woul
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d stop and sta
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re as I drove her through town
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G
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The buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite right,
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Bu
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t it picked up that oldies show, especially late at night
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C
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ometimes I thought that if I'd tu
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rn real quick I'd see,
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A soldier riding shotgun, in the
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seat right next to me.
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Chorus:
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G
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D
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C
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It was a you
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ng man n
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amed Pri
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vate An
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drew Malone
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G
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D
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C
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D
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Who foug
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ht for his cou
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ntry and n
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ever made it h
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ome
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G
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D
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C
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D
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But for e
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very dream that's
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shattered,
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another one comes
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true
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C
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D
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this c
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ar was once a dream of his, b
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ack when it was new
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G
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D
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C
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D
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and he
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told me to ta
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ke her and m
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ake her my o
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wn
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G
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D
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C
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D
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G
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And I was proud to be r
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id-i
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ng with P
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rivate M
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alone
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Verse: 3
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C
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D
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One night it was rainin' hard and I
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took the curve to fast
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G
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C
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D
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I still don't remember much
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about that fiery
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crash
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G
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Someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out
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C
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D
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G
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they di
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dn't get his name, but I
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know without a d
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oubt...
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Chorus:
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G
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D
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C
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D
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It was a you
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ng man n
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amed Pri
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vate An
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drew Malone
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G
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D
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C
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D
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Who foug
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ht for his cou
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ntry and n
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ever made it h
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ome
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G
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D
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C
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D
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But for e
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very dream that's
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shattered,
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another one comes
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true
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C
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D
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this c
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ar was once a dream of his, b
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ack when it was new
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G
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D
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C
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D
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And I
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know I wouldn'
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t be here if
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he hadn't t
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agged along
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G
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D
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C
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D
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G
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Oh, Thank-God I was
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rid-i
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ng with Pr
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ivate M
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alone
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