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Well you can call out the sheriff and the highway patrol |
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There's a fool on the road careening out of control |
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Hard liquor, fast women, |
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Lord, I can't leave 'em be |
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I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy to me. |
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I keep my engine revin' and my beer on ice |
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My idea of heaven is a pair 'a dice |
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Come on seven come eleven, set this poor boy free! |
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I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy to me. |
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Bright lights, |
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Saturday night |
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I had me a little you know |
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I feel all right |
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My cupcake, she can shimmy and shake |
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Spends more money any fool can make |
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When my tires are flat and |
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I'm out of gas |
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I promise myself |
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I'll let the next one pass |
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I wish that a promise didn't break so easily |
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I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy to me. |
