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Bye-bye country boy |
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You've been a joy, a shiny toy |
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Glad we played your County Fair |
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I'm glad you came to see me there |
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I sang that song, looked right at you |
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You came backstage like I knew you'd do |
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It's a doggone shame our week is through |
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Bye-bye country boy, sweet shy country boy |
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Bye-bye country boy |
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Your Sunday clothes, you brought a rose |
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I love the hot-rod moonlight spins |
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Those sleepy roomy country inns |
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Your voice sends my world aways |
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Those sunny laughing picnic days |
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You've been a joy, a shiny toy |
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Bye-bye country boy, sweet shy country boy |
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Bye-bye country boy |
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It's time to go, it's closing show |
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You still think that I'm a star |
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Just shows how hazy dumb you are |
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If you'd just say, "Hey, stick around" |
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I'd tell my band I ain't leavin' town |
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But you don't dream I'd settle down |
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Do you, country boy, sweet shy country boy? |
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Bye-bye country boy |
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I got to pack, I can't look back |
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Don't come 'round and say goodbye |
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You mustn't see a big star cry |
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But once I'm home in old L.A. |
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My heart and mind will be miles away |
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Still wishing you had made me stay |
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Bye-bye country boy, sweet shy country boy |
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You've been a joy, a shiny toy |
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I got to pack, I can't look back |
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You've been a joy, a shiny toy |
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I got to pack, I can't look back |
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You've been a joy, a shiny toy |
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I got to pack, I can't look back |
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You've been a joy, a shiny toy |
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I got to pack, I can't look back |