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Walkin' up with winkin' eyes |
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Seen that tight-lipped grin |
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I could tell from a mile away |
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Boy you weren't my kin |
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You best put a bridle on bridle on that tongue |
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Save your breath for breathin' buddy |
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An' run - run |
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Who's that feller next to me |
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With the big house grin |
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Speakin' from the left hand |
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An' jumpin' out his skin |
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Well, maybe he's my old man |
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The one with the wooden eyes |
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You'd think after all this time |
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He'd find a better place to hide |
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Cuttin' up with battin' eyes |
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I seen that paint on smile |
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Aw girl i could see you comin' |
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For a country mile |
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You bes' put a bridle on bridle on that tongue |
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Save your breath for breathin' girl |
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I'm talkin' from black lungs |
