Car Radio
I leave the radio playing that same country station just right where you left it
I crank it up as loud as it can go
You’d probably punch my arm right now
If you saw the tears just streaming down my face
I’m trying to be tough
And mama asked me this morning
If I’ve ever stopped by your grave recently
But that flag and stone ain’t where i feel you anyway
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