| That tractor, Massey red paint
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| Takes a couple more cranks these days, but it still holds up
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| Yeah, it still holds up
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| That 45, wax wailing song
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| Everytime it comes on, it might have a little crackle in the vinyl
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| But give it a little time and it will hit you down deep in the gut
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| It still holds up, still feels good
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| Still purring like a kitten, like a Detroit engine
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| Like a cold glass bottle coke
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| And Mama cooking in the kitchen
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| Man, it never gets old
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| Like who I am, and where I’m from
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| Damn right, sure enough, it still holds up
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| Like Papa still looking at my Mama
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| Like he did back in '64
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| Even though he might be a little older
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| Every vow that he told her
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| It still holds up, still feels good
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| Still purring like a kitten, like a Detroit engine
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| Like a cold glass bottle coke
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| And Mama cooking in the kitchen
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| Man, it never gets old
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| Like who I am, and where I’m from
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| Damn right, sure enough, it still holds up
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| Yeah, it still holds up
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| So I’m gonna keep on, holding that door
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| Holding her tight, treating her right
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| Gonna tell her that I love her, every day and night
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| Cause what we got
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| It still holds up, still feels good
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| Still purring like a kitten, like a Detroit engine
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| Like a cold glass bottle coke
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| Like a wolf swinging from a live oak
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| It still holds up, still feels good
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| Still purring like a kitten, like a Detroit engine
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| Like a cold glass bottle coke
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| And Mama cooking in the kitchen
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| Man, it never gets old
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| Like who I am, and where I’m from
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| Damn right, sure enough
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| It’s like who I am, and where I’m from
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| It still holds up
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| Yeah, it still holds up |