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I've seen more than a Little Texas, and a Playboy always knows |
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A man does what he Wills as long as he stays on his toes |
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He can Russell up a fortune, any man could strike it Rich |
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But I'm doing good to keep it Strait and keep my wheels out of the ditch |
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Ain't no Foster for the Desert Rose, the babblin' Brooks are Dunn |
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That Crystal ball won't even book me one day in the Sun |
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I'm Haggard, worn and Waylon from the bottom of my Restless Heart |
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Don't know Wy the Black cloud's tailin' me |
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There seems to be no Parton from the dark |
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And I've had it to the Gills and knowin' what the Nitty Gritty's all about |
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Bein' McEntired and Loveless I can't Lovett if I'm all Tuckered out |
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Well, I never meant to set out like a half-cocked Gatlin gun |
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No Highway Head Hunter's gonna let this Rabbitt run |
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I ain't Raven 'bout The Ride, I probably got no fate to Seal |
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If I can't roll through Alabama half Asleepin' At The Wheel |
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All my Paycheckes are like dried up Wells and way too small to Cash |
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Or I'd find a roadside motel, lay some money down to Crash |
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I'm Haggard, worn and Waylon from the bottom of my Restless Heart |
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Don't know Wy the Black cloud's tailin' me |
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There seems to be no Parton from the dark |
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And I've had it to the Gills and knowin' what the Nitty Gritty's all about |
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Bein' McEntired and Loveless I can't Lovett if I'm all Tuckered out |
