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Chrokee sat on the same barstool |
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everyday 'til his wife dragged him back. |
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Drinking and talking about the old days, |
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"They don't make them anymore like that." |
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I did extra work in the movies for so long, |
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that starring role never camethrough... |
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Horse opera stories were my specialty, |
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I remember when I met the Duke. |
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Oh- it ain't my day... |
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Oh- it ain't my day... |
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Now I'm sixty years old |
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and I sit by the phone, |
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Every night by the light of the soaps |
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I'll bet my last dollar |
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that Jock and his sons never once |
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Burned their hands on a rope... |
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Oh- it ain't my day... |
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Oh- it ain't my day... |
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And I'm trying to, dying to, |
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sit back and see my old face, |
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Oh- it ain't my day... |
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Oh- it ain't my day... |