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Low down leaving sun, |
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I've done did everything that needs done |
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Woe is me, why can't i see |
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I best be leaving well enough alone |
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Them neon light nights,couldn't stay out of fights |
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Them keep a-haunting me in memories |
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There's one in every crowd |
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for crying out loud |
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Why was it always turning out be me |
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Where does it go,the good Lord only knows |
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It seems like it was just the other day |
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I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables |
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And generally blowing all my hard earned pay |
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Piano rolled blues,danced holes in my shoes |
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There weren't another other way to be |
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For loveable losers, no account boozers |
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And honky tonk heroes like me |
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Where does it go,the good Lord only knows |
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It seems like it was just the other day |
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I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables |
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And generally blowing all my hard earned pay |
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Piano rolled blues,danced holes in my shoes |
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There weren't another other way to be |
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For loveable losers, no account boozers |
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And honky tonk heroes like me |
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Where does it go,the good Lord only knows |
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It seems like it was just the other day |
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I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables |
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And generally blowing all my hard earned pay |
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Piano rolled blues,danced holes in my shoes |
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There weren't another other way to be |
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For loveable losers, no account boozers |
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And honky tonk heroes like me |
