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Down a dirt road down in southern Louisiana |
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Flew a white continental with the top laid back |
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Pretty blonde sitting on a seat of red leather |
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Dust boiling out of her well-worn tracks |
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She's goin' back |
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Moss hangin' down like beards in the bayou |
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Old folks watching from their rocking |
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chairs |
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Ain't no place for a girl of her station |
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Gonna ruin her reputation |
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But she don't care |
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'Cause he's waiting there |
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She says |
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Chorus: |
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Tell me anything and I'll believe it |
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'Cause I'm listening with my heart |
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Maybe it's wrong but that's the way it goes |
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When the only love you're getting's down cheater's road |
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Bed springs rubbing her back through the blanket |
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Sweat like a tear rolling down her neck |
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Watching him pulling down the shades on the window |
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She'd rather have him than an empty bed |
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And her self-respect |
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She says |
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Chorus: |
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Tell me anything and I'll believe it |
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'Cause I'm listening with my heart |
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Maybe it's wrong but that's the way it goes |
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When the only love you're getting's down cheater's road |
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Her old man counting his money in the city |
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Nothing but the bottom dollar on his mind |
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The whole situation is downright pity |
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He didn't even notice when she crossed that line |
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But she crossed that line |
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When she said |
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Tell me you think that I'm pretty |
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Tell me you think that I'm smart |
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Tell me anything and I'll believe you |
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'Cause I'm listening with my heart |
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Maybe it's wrong but that's the way it goes |
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When the only love you're getting's down cheater's road |
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Down cheater's road |
