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Low down leaving sun, I've done did everything that needs done |
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Woe is me, why can't I see, I best be leaving well enough alone |
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Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights |
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They keep a hauntin' me and memories |
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There is one in every crowd, for cryin' out loud |
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Why was it always turnin' out to be me. |
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Where does it go, the good Lord only knows |
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It seems like it was just the other day |
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I was down at Green Gables, hawkin' them tables |
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And generally blowin' all my hard earned pay. |
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Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes |
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There weren't another other way to be |
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For loveable losers, and no account boozers |
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And honky tonk heroes like me... |
