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He spent fifteen years getting loaded |
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Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded |
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What's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink? |
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The doctor said, "hey, what were you thinkin' 'bout?" |
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Bob said, "That's the point, |
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I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing |
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Now I gotta do something else," |
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Oi Oi Oi |
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"To pass the time." |
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He went and shaved his head. A new identity. |
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12 holed Doctor Martin boots |
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And a girl who rides a scooter |
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Gonna take him out, of town |
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They would get around |
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Riding around, as the trucks drive by |
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You could here the mother fuckers go... |
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A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe |
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He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show |
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Bob's the kinda guy who knows just |
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Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do |
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When the doctor tells him to |
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"Quit your drinkin', all the time." |
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Will he ever walk the line? |
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To all my friends, I feel fine |
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But will he ever walk the line |
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Kickin' ass, bustin' heads |
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Country boy records |
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Once a day he shaves his head |
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But will he ever walk the line? |
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But will he ever walk the line? |
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But will he ever walk the line? |
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But will he ever walk the line? |
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But will he ever walk the line? |
