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(chick rains/wade hayes) |
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Neon lights draw me like a moth to a flame |
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Mama raised me right |
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That just leaves me to blame |
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When i get a little sideways on a honky-tonk tear |
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I'm old enough to know better |
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But i'm still too young to care |
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Cowgirls with an attitude |
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Boots and tight blue jeans |
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Take my mind off doin' right, and doin' other things |
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When the weekend's gone |
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I won't have a dime to spare |
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I'm old enough to know better |
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But i'm still too young to care |
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Monday morning i wake up |
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With a hammer in my hand |
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The boss-man yelling something at me |
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That i don't understand |
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I don't know how i got to work |
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But i sure know i'm there |
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I'm old enough to know better |
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But i'm still too young to care |
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When the eagle flies on friday |
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Well he barely leaves the ground |
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I've got just enough left to get dressed up |
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And head back to town |
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Boss says "son, having all that fun |
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Won't get you anywhere" |
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I'm old enough to know better |
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But i'm still too young to care |
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Monday morning i wake up |
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With a hammer in my hand |
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The boss-man yelling something at me |
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That i don't understand |
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I don't know how i got to work |
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But i sure know i'm there |
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I'm old enough to know better |
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But i'm still too young to care |
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I'm old enough to know better |
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But i'm still too young to care |
