Tim McGraw

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