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I still got a shoebox full of money sitting at the top Of my closet, from working like a dog Got a Chicken Scratch notepad of what I woulda said Once I bought it, till she called it off Now she's picking out menus and venues and DJs And his cake and her cake, where the honeymoon gon' be With a new dude with bukoos of old cash, I swear That's the furthest damn thing from me He went to Ole Miss, I went to work He pushes paper, I push the dirt He's got that clean cut, driving him a clean truck I'm just sitting here with a beer and my jeans tucked He's tying cans on the bumper of a car I'm tying one on, taking it hard Thinking 'bout I'm there With a white horse and carriage Nearly three carats, he went to Jared I went to the bar Yeah, I went to the bar (What's your story, Wallen? Haha, well...) I got my own ceremony going on right here In the neon with my best man Jack It'll be a meter on a dash, smelling bad, yellow cab Taking me home, he'll be in a Cadillac On his ride to the airline, Saint Lucia Next to the girl I should still be with But he went to Ole Miss, I went to work He pushes paper, I push the dirt He's got that clean cut, driving him a clean truck I'm just sitting here with a beer and my jeans tucked He's tying cans on the bumper of a car I'm tying one on, taking it hard Thinking 'bout I'm there With a white horse and carriage Nearly three carats, he went to Jared I went to the bar Yeah, I went to the bar Yeah, I went to the bar Yeah Well, maybe I'm drunk And it ain't that bad 'Cause I ain't into girls Into guys like that Hell naw 'Cause he went to Ole Miss I went to work He pushes paper, I push the dirt He's got that clean cut, driving him a clean truck I'm just sitting here with a beer and my jeans tucked He's tying cans on the bumper of a car I'm tying one on, taking it hard Thinking 'bout I'm there With a white horse and carriage Nearly three carats, he went to Jared I went to the bar Yeah, I went to the bar Yeah, I went to the bar Yeah I went to the bar