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Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me

September saw a month of tears
And thankin' God that you weren't here
To see me like that
But in a box beneath
gone

But 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
gone

But 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 "Tim McGraw"
I hope you think my favorite song
Someday you'll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think
Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me

September saw a month of tears
And thankin' God that you weren't here
To see me like that
But in a box beneath
Parody of Refried Dreams by Tim McGraw (J. Foster/M. Peterson) Zomba Enterprises/Millhouse Publishing Company (ASCAP/BMI)
New lyrics by Cledus T.
Parody of "Where the Green Grass Grows" by Tim McGraw (Jess Leary/Craig Wiseman), Song Matters Inc. (ASCAP)/Leary's Tavern Music (ASCAP)/Daddy Rabbit
McGraw wouldn't you like that?" 

Mrs. McGraw lived on the seashore 
For the space of seven long years or more 
'Till she saw big ship sailing in
downtown


And I said

Hey John Michael Montgomery won't mind

If I steal a song and make it mine all mine

Like I did so many times with Tim McGraw's

Yeah
to sell his bus, his house, his cows: ain't had a hit since the sixties.
Well he's fed with hearin' about: Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Collin Raye, Billy
Written by: tim james, steven mcclintock and marc mancina

Home
The child in my eyes
Stares sometimes
When I was so much younger

Home
A place in
after that, I have a full relapse.
Lose my hand in a game of craps.
And after that everyone calls me claw.
And after that I work for Tim McGraw
The apple gloss on Miami Beach, David Hasselhoff
Hassle me I'm Tim McGraw, I don't pass the ball
Ball hard fourth quarter shoot the lights off
Fast break,
a southern drawl, 
Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw 

But if he's country I'll kiss your ass, 
And throw all my Willie Nelson records
possessed

These are the facts of the matter
These are the names in the case
This is the story, the passion
The tim and the place
They're laid here
There were forty little houses
In a place
They called High River
And everyone knew Tim
Since the day he was born
He was a little different
Some
me(better believe it)
Say (you wig me) If I'm sleeping wake me

Tim's solo:
It's a little short time now upon this place
We're workin' a lot n' frettin' about
me(better believe it)
Say (you wig me) If I'm sleeping wake me

Tim's solo:
It's a little short time now upon this place
We're workin' a lot n' frettin' about
And Saturday sun brought people and places
That didn't see much in their day
And when I remember these people, these people and places
They were really, really
a problem y'all
It's like hip-hop, meets effin Tim McGraw
We two fools and don't take no mess
Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest
He's country
the same old with rainbow, watching the sun twist 
Cool as a Mig Dry, that in the trunk shit 
After parties in Wendy's parking lot, unfamiliar faces got
the same old with rainbow, watchin' the sun twist 
Cool as a Mig Dry, that in the trunk shit 
After parties in Wendy's parkin' lot, unfamiliar faces got
thought you've had
Is all inside your file the good and the bad

But in the rising sun you can feel your life begin
Universe at play inside your DNA
as in times
of eighty-nine they envision me
Warm days and the cold beer chemistry
Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such
Sometimes this era
the harvest is cut down.

Through Cropredy in Oxfordshire the Cherwell takes its course
And the willows weep into its waters clear
My name it is Will Tims