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I'm sorry, babe |
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I was trying to leave the black dog home |
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Oh, I'm sorry, baby |
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I was tryin' to leave the black dog home |
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Well, I'm sorry, baby |
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I was tryin' to leave the black dog home |
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But it followed me to your house |
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And he carried his old chew bone |
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I got a 57 |
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Ford, babe |
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Painted Fireball |
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Roberts, white and red |
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Got a 57 Ford, baby |
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Painted Fireball |
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Roberts, white and red |
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Got a 57 Ford, baby |
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Painted Fireball |
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Roberts, white and red |
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I haven't run my last race, darlin' |
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But I sometimes wish |
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I didDon't feel sorry for our love, baby |
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We stuck it right down in the turn |
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Don't feel sorry for our love, babe |
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Nah, we stuck it right down in the turn |
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Don't feel sorry for our love, baby |
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Nah, we stuck it right down in the turn |
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And it's not everyday you can walk away |
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With just these few memories to burn |
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No, it's not everyday you can walk away |
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With just these few memories to burn |
