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Luke Borchelt
Luke Borchelt
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Luke Borchelt
Luke Borchelt
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We'd go away to Western Maryland and head up north to the line
Snow tires on the truck and chains it was a hell of a drive
Just some college kids from far away together for the holidays
And tryin to start they own traditions
I had beer for two weeks
And food for two days in the kitchen
He had her she had him
I had you and we had them
I ain't mad at what you did
But I sure do miss back then
Oh I miss back then
'Cause this car heat
It ain't doin' the trick
Like bourbon in my coffee
Or a kiss between our lips
It's blowing through them vents
But it doesn't feel like fire
At a Pennsylvania cabin on New Years with our friends
It ain't doin' the trick
Well we'd wake up at dawn
And we'd clear off the pond
And play boot hockey til the sun went down
And you got dressed up every night just for fun
We'd get sick from cigars 'til we threw em in the yard
You were gettin' high on a Gatorade bong
We faked angels under stars in the snowfall
And he had her she had him
I had you we had them
I ain't mad at what you did but I sure do miss back then
'Cause I was having fun
While I was getting gone
I was getting stuck and you were moving on
Now I flip the ignition and I turn that dial to red
'Cause this car heat
It ain't doin' the trick
Like bourbon in my coffee
Or a kiss between our lips
It's blowing through them vents
But it doesn't feel like fire
At a Pennsylvania cabin on New Years with our friends
I know it wasn't perfect
There's lessons I've learned
And I still get a chill
When I drive by Mercersburg
'Cause this car heat
It ain't doin' the trick
Like bourbon in my coffee
Or a kiss between our lips
It's blowing through them vents
But it doesn't feel like fire
At a Pennsylvania cabin on New Years with our friends
It ain't doin' the trick
It ain't doin the trick
Oh lord, it ain't doin' the trick
(It ain't doin the trick)
It's flowing' through them vents
But lord it ain't doin the trick
(It ain't doin the trick)
It don't feel like fire
But it's flowing through them vents
(It ain't doin the trick)
In western Maryland on New Years with our friends
It ain't doin the trick
Written by: Benjamin Luke Borchelt
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