Last Tuesday evening I walked into high school
I started to dream in my sleep
Well I go through the doorway back here in a minute
With a time of my life in my feet
I started to cry and about reading novels
How much I drink some Pepsi now
Now I'm caught here in Wellsville
Talking bout Wrigley things

I'm back here in Wellsville crying inside
My life has been calling on the telephone
Pete walked in the front door and Ellen was far in the night
I'm caught here in Wellsville
Talking bout Wrigley things

This money ain't worthless I'm paying for forty
And working at the Wellsville bank
Holding my wallet telling my senses
And dreaming about some time flies
So take me a hammer and nails for driving
I don't have any gas in my car
Now I'm caught here in Wellsville
Talking bout Wrigley things

I'm back here in Wellsville crying inside
My life has been calling on the telephone
Pete walked in the front door and Ellen was far in the night
I'm caught here in Wellsville
Talking bout Wrigley things

I'm back here in Wellsville crying inside
My life has been calling on the telephone
Pete walked in the front door and Ellen was far in the night
I'm caught here in Wellsville
Talking bout Wrigley things

Oh, I'm caught here in Wellsville
Talking bout Wrigley things
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Refried Dreams Lyrics

Tim McGraw – Refried Dreams Lyrics

Songwriters: JIM FOSTER, MARK PETERSEN
Refried Dreams lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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