I Ain’t Ready To Quit

Something 'bout lighting up a Marlboro red
And that nicotine rushing to my head
And the taste of Southern Comfort on my lips
Tells me I ain't ready to quit

There's something 'bout driving way too fast
Switching gears and hammerin' on the gas
And the fact that they ain't caught me yet
Tells me I ain't ready to quit

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Don't start thinking I'm gonna stop
Givin' it all I got
And you think you've seen love
You ain't seen nothing yet
How could I ever get tired
Of waking up by your side
And the taste of your sweet kiss
Tells me I ain't ready to quit

There's something 'bout the way you say my name
That drives this ole country boy insane
So baby don't stop loving me like this
Cause I ain't ready to quit

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