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There's a light on in the kitchen, again she's sittin' up |
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Crossword's on the table, coffee in the cup |
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She finds another word for waiting as he pulls into the drive |
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She ain't really all that angry, she's just glad that he's alive |
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Now he's standin' at the back door, straightening his hat |
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Having looked well for the ky that used to be under the mat |
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And she's working on that crossword, fightin' back a smile |
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Find another word for sober, let him sit out there a while |
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Twenty years of give and take, twenty years of working hard |
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Puttin' groceries on the table, plantin' maypoles in the yard |
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He is falling of the wagon, but he won't stay down too long |
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He'd rather die a thousand deaths than ever do his woman wrong |
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Now they're not too much to look at, skins too long in the sun |
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But they've weathered well together, and when all is said and done |
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It's still two spoons of sugar and carnation in the can |
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She says "your coffee's on the table, now get in here you simple man" |
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Simple man, simple man, he's just doing the best that a simlpe man can do |
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The bacon's in the skillet and the cakes are in the pan |
