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My Montgomery

Parmalee

Leaving the ground tonight, trading these Chicago lights for fireflies.
A couple fives in my pocket
A couple whiskeys just might stop these wheels of mine from spinning all the time

I've been running so fast, now I'm running out of gas
I've got nothing left

Yeah, I'm going home
Yeah, I'm going home to my Montgomery

Somewhere between Birmingham and Mobile, Alabama she waits for me
She knows that a star-filled summer night and one look from those wild eyes is gonna set me free

I can't wait to touch down cause I need her touch now
She's where I belong

Yeah, I'm going home
Yeah, I'm going home to my Montgomer

Wait for me, wait for me
Aw wait for me, wait for me
Aw wait for me, wait for me
Oh wait for me, wait for me
Wait for me, wait for me

Yeah, I'm going home
Yeah, I'm going home to my Montgomery

That's where I'm going, that's where I'm going, that's where I'm going) to my Montgomery
Leaving the ground tonight, trading these Chicago lights for fireflies

Composição: Ben Glover/Kyle Jacobs/Randy Montana





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