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You Were Mine by George Birge album cover

You Were Mine

George Birge

Lyrics
I was a Marlboro kid going nowhere
You in the choir, but little bit wilder than me
No secret that your folks were both scared
Their little angel loved the hell out of me
Didn't have a clue where we were going
Just lost in the moment

But I miss those last calls, ridin' them back roads
Chevy bench seat leaning in to me with your eyes closed
I miss those dive bars making out in smoke
You turning it everywhere we go
I miss that lay-you-down, drive-you-wild, need-you-now look in your eyes
And I miss when you were mine

Still roaming through town in that Silverado
The one we loaded up, got drunk on rum at the beach
Some Alabama sands still in the console
I still got your memory ridin' 'round with me
Heard you loving it out west
Girl, I wish you the best

But I miss those last calls, ridin' them back roads
Chevy bench seat leaning in to me with your eyes closed
I miss those dive bars making out in smoke
You turning it everywhere we go
I miss that lay-you-down, drive-you-wild, need-you-now look in your eyes
And I miss when you were mine

I miss that little small town
I miss having you around

And I miss those last calls, ridin' them back roads
Chevy bench seat leaning in to me with your eyes closed
I miss those dive bars making out in smoke
You turning it everywhere we go
I miss that lay-you-down, drive-you-wild, need-you-now look in your eyes
And I miss when you were mine

Yeah, I miss when you were mine
I miss when you were mine