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Yeah, well, he's drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop |
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Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop |
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He's mortgaged out his blood for one more chance to breathe |
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He had the |
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DT's for breakfast, the shakes till noon |
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He picked up his bag and left this motel room |
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His head held high but his heart is on its knees |
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Well, he packed his guitar and his bar room tan |
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Gotta get some miles behind him as fast as he can |
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Another destination, some place else to play |
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Well, he left a life behind him in some old trailer park |
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They tried to make it work, it was ruined from the start |
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He had to shake the rust, it became the time to leave, yeah, woh |
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It's a honky tonk engagement |
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But there's no better place to play |
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His face feels like a crazy pavement |
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It's getting more lined every day |
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Well, he's gonna write a letter and try to explain |
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She says he's too old to have these growing pains |
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But something keeps him moving, living on through the night |
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But as the night approaches, a change is in the air |
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His heart is pumping fast, he's got no cares |
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The music befriends him, it can take him anywhere, yeah |
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It's a honky tonk engagement |
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But there's no better place to play |
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His mind feels like crazy pavement |
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He's getting crazed out every day |
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Well, he's drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop |
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Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop |
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He's mortgaged out his blood for one more chance to breathe |
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He's had the |
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DT's for breakfast, the chills till noon |
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He packed his guitar and left the hotel room |
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His head held high but his heart is on its knees, yeah |
