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I met him in Seattle, he was gettin' down on a bottle |
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Telling lies in the Blue Moon Bar |
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His face was hard and travelled, and as the wine unravelled |
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I saw a man who could laugh about his scars |
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He said, I got shanghaied in Vegas by a painted woman |
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I got hog-tied by a hustler in Ohio |
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I got derailed by a dancer down in Dallas |
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Oh Lord, he said, women gonna be the death of me but what a way to go |
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He said a girl named Nancy, once tickled his fancy |
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And backed it up with a fifty dollar smile |
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He laughed when he remembered, the pain of sweet surrender |
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But heartaches never seemed to cramp his style |
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He said, I got tongue-tied by a teacher in Tallahassee |
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I got french-fried by a waitress in Idaho |
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I got way-laid by a widow in Wyoming |
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Oh Lord, he said, women gonna be the death of me but what a way to go |
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He said, I got shanghaied in Vegas by a painted woman |
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I got hog-tied by a hustler in Ohio |
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I got derailed by a dancer down in Dallas |
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Oh Lord, he said, women gonna be the death of me but what a way to go |
