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I spent my lifetime wishin' the waitress would come around |
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Tellin' jokes and shootin' pool on the other side of town |
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When the whistle blows at five o'clock there's only one place i'll be found |
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Down at ernie's icehouse liftin' longnecks to that good old country sound |
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And talkin' 'bout the good old times |
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Braggin' on how it used to be |
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But i've worn out the same old lines |
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And now it seems nothing's news to me |
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There's nothin' like a steel guitar cryin' in the night |
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There's nothin' like a sawdust floor and a good old friendly fight |
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I'd finally find my way back home and you'd patch up my face |
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But that was another time and another place |
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Repeat chorus |
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And now we're talkin' 'bout the good old times... |
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I wonder how i came to be the know-it-all i am |
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And how the world ever got used to me |
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Repeat chorus |
