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Well, I'm laid up on a creek-bank |
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With a cold one in my hand |
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It's eighty-eight in the shade |
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I got the bait in an old tin can |
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An' ol' Blue's been a barkin' |
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At the bobber on the end of my pole |
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Yeah, sometimes I miss you, baby |
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Most the time, I don't |
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Sundown, I go down |
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Shoot the bull at Ernie's Bar |
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An' the boys in the band'll |
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Let me stand in an' play guitar |
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The bar-keep'll let me camp out in the corner |
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If I can't can't make it home |
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Yeah, sometimes I miss you, baby |
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Most the time, I don't |
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Sometimes I miss your big city lovin' |
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An' the way you sparkle like Hollywood |
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You can't blame a country boy for tryin' |
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An' I, I did the best I could, I did the best I could |
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I sold all the cows an' put it down |
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On a house you just had to have |
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You changed your mind but that's alright |
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We only lost about nine or ten grand |
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An' by the time your new boyfriend, slash, lawyer |
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Came to pick you up in his shiny new Jaguar |
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I was flat broke and sometimes I miss you |
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But most the time I don't |
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Yeah, sometimes I miss your sweet lovin' |
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An' your high heels, you look so good |
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But nothin's worse than an unhappy woman |
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An' I, I did the best I could, I did the best I could |
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I take your photograph to my dart board |
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An' I take careful aim at your picture |
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An' sometimes, sometimes |
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Sometimes, I miss ya |
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Sometimes I miss your lovin' |
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An' your high heels, you look so good |
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You can't blame a country boy for tryin' |
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An' I, I did the best I could, I did the best I could |
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I did the best I could |
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Now, I'm laid up on a creek-bank |
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With a cold one in my hand |
