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Scotty McCreery, The Dash
(intro)
2x
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(verse)
Whole town showed up, gymnasium filled
Floor was wet, from all the tears spilled
And the preacher man said, we re all gathered today
And I ll never forget, what he had to say
(chorus)
It s always too soon, it s always too fast
There ll never come a day
That you don t want em back
It ain t about the numbers
Chiseled in concrete
It s how they lived their lives
In the dash between, in the dash between
(verse)
He was a steelworker s son, homecoming king
He trained day and night, for that championship ring
He found him a girl, made her his queen
And he fought for his country, and he gave it everything
(chorus)
It s always too soon, it s always too fast
There ll never come a day
That you don t want em back
It ain t about the numbers
Chiseled in concrete
It s how they lived their lives
In the dash between, in the dash between
(bridge)
Their first breath and their last
Marks all the memories of the past
That little black line defines a legacy
(instrumental)
,
(chorus out)
(chorus)
It s always too soon, it s always too fast
They re always too young, it s always so sad
It ain t about the numbers
Chiseled in concrete
It s how they lived their lives
(stop)
In the dash between, in the dash between, in the dash between,
(reprise)
4x
,
(intro)
2x
,
(verse)
Whole town showed up, gymnasium filled
Floor was wet, from all the tears spilled
And the preacher man said, we re all gathered today
And I ll never forget, what he had to say
(chorus)
It s always too soon, it s always too fast
There ll never come a day
That you don t want em back
It ain t about the numbers
Chiseled in concrete
It s how they lived their lives
In the dash between, in the dash between
(verse)
He was a steelworker s son, homecoming king
He trained day and night, for that championship ring
He found him a girl, made her his queen
And he fought for his country, and he gave it everything
(chorus)
It s always too soon, it s always too fast
There ll never come a day
That you don t want em back
It ain t about the numbers
Chiseled in concrete
It s how they lived their lives
In the dash between, in the dash between
(bridge)
Their first breath and their last
Marks all the memories of the past
That little black line defines a legacy
(instrumental)
,
(chorus out)
(chorus)
It s always too soon, it s always too fast
They re always too young, it s always so sad
It ain t about the numbers
Chiseled in concrete
It s how they lived their lives
(stop)
In the dash between, in the dash between, in the dash between,
(reprise)
4x
,