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The night I drove the 75 to Ketchum
I felt I finally understood this land
Me and the boys had come from Boise
Red and noisy
Last call for having fun
When Sunday comes you'll be a married man
There was fire in our eyes
And diamonds in the sky
There was nothing that we wouldn't try
We were seven best friends
And we tried to pretend
That this evening would never end
I had a couple of drinks
About a dozen, I think
And we ate like pigs in a sty
And made ridiculous bets
With every gambler we met
At one point I swear I could fly
Cause on Sunday they'll be ringing wedding bells
And on Monday morning I'm gonna feel like hell
But I'm sure gon' have a story to tell
Cause if money can't buy you love
Then I ain't got nothing to sell
Tonight I'm driving the 75 to Ketchum
I guess there are some things I'll never understand
Never believed that she would leave me
But she deceived me
I'm numb from wondering what I've done
If I could have been a better man
There was fire in my eyes
When to my surprise
I saw the sun begin to rise
And I turned to my friends
Who were there again
And said I wish this would never end
We were out on the floor
A couple hours or more
It was hotter and Johnny's sprout
And as I looked down the line
I swore this time
That the fire would never go out
Cause on Sunday they'll be ringing wedding bells
And on Monday morning I'm gonna feel like hell
But I'm sure gon' have a story to tell
Cause if money can't buy you love
Then I ain't got nothing to sell
Ooh ah nothing to sell ya
Ooh ah nothing to sell ya
Ooh ah nothing to sell ya
Hey oh what did I tell ya
WRITERS
David Frenk
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