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I seen an old fighter, tired and in trouble |
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Who just couldn't take anymore |
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Somethin' inside him kept fighting to finish |
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With only his feet on the floor-yeah |
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Lord, i know that it's worth any price you could pay |
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To see truth in whatever disguise |
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But i'd payed double for one look of pleasure |
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A piece of relief in his eyes. |
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Chorus: |
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Ain't that clown, laughin' like crazy |
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Ain't his eyes empty and deep |
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Don't he sound sad as a baby |
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When she cries out in her sleep |
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We measured the space between waylon and willie |
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And willie and waylon and me |
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But there wasn't nothin' like billy jo shaver |
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What billy jo shaver should be-no |
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When he showed up sick later all bit by a spider |
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And crazy to look in the eye |
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He put on a show that was sad as it should of been |
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And nobody even knew why |
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Chorus: |
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Ain't that clown laughin' like crazy |
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Ain't his eyes empty and deep |
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Don't he sound sad as a baby |
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When she cries out in her sleep |
