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(Mark Nessler) |
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Hey once I was a honky tonkin' talk of the town |
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Ridin' high in my bad |
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Chevrolet |
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I had seven pretty women |
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Lord hanging on me |
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A different one for every day |
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But look at me now all my women's left town |
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And a buck is getting hard to come by |
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Well I must confess my life's a big mess |
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I'm so low |
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I could lay down and die |
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Well you never know just how good you've got it |
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Till you ain't got it no more |
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You never know just how high you're flying |
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Till you fall face down on the floor |
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All I can do is just moan the blues |
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And dream about what |
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I had before |
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Hey you never know just how good you've got it |
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Till you ain't got it no more |
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Here lately |
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I've become one pool sharkin' fool |
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Make my living on the buddies of mine |
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I was cookin' last night when the chips were all down |
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So I laid everything |
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I had on the line |
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I knew I'd regret that hundred dollar bet |
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But you never learn until it's too late |
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We flipped and |
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I lost and then |
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I paid the cost |
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When the eight fell in on the break |
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Well you never know just how good you've got it |
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Till you ain't got it no more |
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You never know just how high you're flying |
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Till you fall face down on the floor |
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All I can do is just moan the blues |
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And dream about what |
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I had before |
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Hey you never know just how good you've got it |
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Till you ain't got it no more |
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No you never know just how good you've got it |
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Till you ain't got it no more |