[Verse 1] Now these old blue jeans May not look like much of anything Kinda old and torn and worn out at the seams But theyre everything, believe it or not Cause they got the pocket that holds my old leather key ring [Chorus] And this is the key that started the car That drove to the coast and the little beach bar That needed a singer to sing to sing a few songs And bring in a crowd and get em singin along This is the old beatup guitar That played a few tunes for the tips in the jar That bought her the drink that got me that first dance That started the talk, the dare to the walk on the beach That got me the kiss that got the girl [Verse 2] Well, you never suspect Nope! How one by one by one that them dots connect Never know which dominos gonna domino next What the heck, I just know it works And shes lookin pretty damn good runnin round here In my Pensacola Beach TShirt [Chorus] And this is the key that started the car That drove to the coast and the little beach bar That needed a singer to sing a few songs And bring in a crowd and get em singin along This is the old beatup guitar That played a few tunes for the tips in the jar That bought her the drink that got me that first dance That started the talk, the dare to the walk on the beach That got me the kiss that got the girl Well, lets end this little love song I bet you know what I wrote it on [Outro] This is the old beatup guitar That played a few tunes for the tips in the jar That bought her the drink that got me that first dance This is the key that started the car That drove to the coast and the little beach bar That needed a singer to sing a few songs We brought in a crowd and got em singin along This is the old beatup guitar That played a few tunes for the tips in the jar That bought her the drink that got me that first dance That started the talk, the dare to the walk on the beach That got me the kiss that got the girl Yeah I got the girl I got that girl, I still got the girl Still got them old blue jeans, too
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