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George Strait

He looks up from second base Dad's up in the stands He saw the hit, the run, the slide There ain't no bigger fan In the parking lot after the game He

Had a nice little life A little boat, a little beach, a little routine I liked A blue ocean view, free to go with the flow anywhere that I wanted to But

I still feel 25 most of the time I still raise a little Cain with the boys Honky tonks and pretty women Lord, I'm still right there with 'em Singing above

Well, the House of Cash just burned down All the way to the cold hard ground The doctors came from all over town To see the memories scattered all around

Play me a dancer, a hold her hander, old honky tonker Pull her up closer, slow romancer Make her fall in love with me song The room is swimmin' with

Don't go in the summertime It's too hot and the rooms are high But if you go in the fall you'll have a ball There's so much to see and do when you're

A banker and a farmer discuss the bottom line It ain't rained and all the crops are dying on the vine Give me more time, you gotta give me more time

I don't want to be the kind to hesitate Be too shy, wait too late I don't care what they say other lovers do I just want to dance with you I gotta feeling

Hey, they call me the fireman, that's my name Makin' my rounds all over town Puttin' out old flames Hey, well, everybody'd like to have what I've got