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He cursed like a billiard player, |
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His walking stick upon the ground, |
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Looks a lot like an old man should be, |
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Shakes a lot like an old man should. |
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Off and on he's been here, |
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Probably twenty years, |
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Off and on he's been here, |
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Guess he'll never go home. |
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I guess it's the comfortable chair, |
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And company, you can't buy company, |
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It's a frame of mind, |
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It's people who've been through what you've been through. |
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And a cigar, |
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A good cigar now and again. |
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Had his heart broken, |
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By a little girl, she was small. |
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Had his heart broken, |
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By a little girl, she was small. |
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Had his heart broken, |
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You would never expect a thing. |
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When he was a young man, |
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It was like an event. |
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He promised her anything, |
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He never had to deliver. |
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He promised her everything, |
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Ask yourself if you could do better, |
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He promised her everything, |
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She caught on. |
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A lot of people say she's crazy, |
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But i know, i know a lot of people, |
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And i think, i think she's alright! |
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He cursed like a billiard player, |
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His walking stick upon the ground, |
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And she would ask him, |
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She was young and she didn't know, |
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Why things were like this, |
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If anyone could know the way, |
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He lied to her, |
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He lied to her, |
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With a perfectly straight face. |
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She believed him. |