For A Boat - Luke Bryan

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Everything I learned about life
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I learned out on that bank
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From gettin' up early, comin' up empty
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And good things come to those that wait
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Money doesn't grow on trees
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The difference in talking and shootin' the breeze
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I remember thinkin', wouldn't it be cool
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To have an old flat bottom and an Evinrude?
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And Daddy saying, "Son, don't they bite just fine right here?"
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  He'd say, "Love what you got, buddy, not what you ain't"
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And just about then that bobber would sink
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And that outboard dream of mine would disappear
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I grew up pretty lucky as far as lucky goes
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Too broke for a boat
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He could've picked up an extra shift
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Or a weekend at the factory
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But every Sunday was saved for Jesus
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And Saturdays, he spent with me
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'Til that summer would fall
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I didn't know we had it all
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I remember thinkin', wouldn't it be cool
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To have an old flat bottom and an Evinrude?
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And Daddy saying, "Son, don't they bite just fine right here?"
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  He'd say, "Love what you got, buddy, not what you ain't"
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And just about then that bobber would sink
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And that outboard dream of mine would disappear
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I grew up pretty lucky as far as lucky goes
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Too broke for a boat
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Too broke for a boat
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I remember thinkin', wouldn't it be cool
           Am
To have an old flat bottom and an Evinrude?
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And Daddy saying, "Son, don't they bite just fine right here?"
G            C
  He'd say, "Love what you got, buddy, not what you ain't"
    Am
And just about then that bobber would sink
         F                                    G
And that outboard dream of mine would disappear
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I grew up pretty lucky as far as lucky goes
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Too broke for a boat
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Too broke for a boat