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I'd like to tell y'all a story |
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About a friend of mine |
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Who liked to drink good whiskey, oh Lord |
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And have a real good time |
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His woman, you know she left him |
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And stole that boy's brand new car |
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And ran out of town with a guitar picker |
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Said he gonna be a superstar |
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Sure you are |
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You can't alway trust your woman |
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You can't always trust your best friend |
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Beware of the ones that you need y'all |
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'Cause those might be the ones that do you in |
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Don't talk no stuff to no slicker |
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Don't tell your feelings to your friend |
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Don't tell your woman that you love her, because |
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That's when your trouble begins |
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There are many ladies here among us |
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That'll stab you in the back when you ain't around |
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There are many, so many of your very best friends |
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That'll kick you in the head when you are down |
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Yes they will |
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Don't you backtalk the police |
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'Cause its his job to put you in the jail |
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They'll lock you up, boy and throw away the key |
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And your best friend won't even go your bail |
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There are many slickers here among us |
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That are all dressed up in suits and ties |
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But don't you show your pain, Lord in front of them |
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'Cause if you do you kiss yourself goodbye, alright |
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