Thank God For You

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[Verse 1]
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Burned tire marks, hometown street

Red Trans Am, bad boy streak
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Head held high, little too proud
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Turned 18, got the hell out
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I was ready to show 'em all a thing or two
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Thank God for you

[Verse 2]
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Jack on the rocks, Skynyrd bar band

College dropout, no kinda plan
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Holes in my boots, one pair of jeans
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American girls, Mexican weed
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Sure 'nough bound for nowhere, that's the truth
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Thank God for you

[Chorus]
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I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels
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Girls who can dance you away from the devil
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And make my world spin 'round the way you do
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I thank God for the days on the front porch swinging
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Holding your hand, the whole time thinking how lucky I am
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Thank God for you
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Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh  oh

[Verse 3]
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Pawn shop guitar turned up loud

Jar full of tips, beer drinking crowd
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Feel right at home up on the stage
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Songs about you, hell that I raised
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I still got a wild hair or two
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Yeah, thank God for you

[Chorus]
         G
I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels
 Bm
Girls who can dance you away from the devil
  A                                    D
Make my world spin 'round the way you do
         G
I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging
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Holding your hand, the whole time thinking how lucky I am
               D
Thank God for you
        G           Bm          A           D
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

[Chorus]
         G
I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels
 Bm
Girls who can dance you away from the devil
  A                                    D
Make my world spin around the way you do
         G
I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging
 Bm                                             A
Holding your hand, the whole time thinking how lucky I am
               D
Thank God for you