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Girl I hate to hang out out to dry, |
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With a bleeding heart and broken home, |
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But I dropped this line to say goodbye, |
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You Should have saw it comin, guess I was born for running |
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And I can't pay the debts I owe, |
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There's many a man lookin for me, |
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I keep a pistol under my pillow, |
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Feel I'm goin crazy, I've been good for nothing lately... |
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Oh and when I'm gone, I hope you mention my name, |
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I hope you care about the man, |
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After you Place the Blame, |
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Let our years turn to gold, |
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And never wither away and be forgotten, |
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I don't wanna be forgotten |
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Tell our boys that I'm real proud, |
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I watched 'em grow up tough as nails, |
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An there'll be no cryin allowed, |
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They'll know what to do, |
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I'm sure they'll take good care of you, |
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Kiss My baby girl goodbye, |
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I'm sure she'll miss me most of all, |
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I can't bare the thought of the tears she'll cry, |
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She's so sweet and tender, Lord I pray she will remember, |
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Oh and when I'm gone, I hope you'll mention my name |
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I hope you Care about the man, |
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After you place the blame, |
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Let our years turn to gold, |
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And never wither away and be forgotten, |
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I don't wanna be forgotten |
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I'm takin the pick up truck, but I left a little bit of money, |
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No it Ain't to much but, |
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It'll get you through the month ahead, |
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I Left my Browning Rifle and the old guitar my daddy gave me, |
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Put 'em up and pass 'em down, |
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Yeah they're all I have to give, |
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And maybe one day you can give 'em to my grandkids |
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I know its been hard lovin me, |
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You've taken the scars and worn 'em well, |
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And you'd starve yourself to feed this family, |
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I'm sick and shameful, I'm leavin an angel... |
