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She was standing at the front door |
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When I came home last night |
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A good book in her left hand |
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And a rollin' pin in the right |
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She said you've come home for the last time |
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With whiskey on your breath |
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If you don't listen to my preachin' boy |
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I'm goin' to have to beat you half to death |
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Give me just a one more last chance |
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Before you say we're through |
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I know I drive you crazy baby |
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It's the best that I can do |
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We're just some good ol' boys, a makin' noise |
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I ain't a runnin' 'round on you |
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Give me just a one more last chance |
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Before you say we're through |
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First she hid my glasses |
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'Cause she knows that I can't see |
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She said you ain't goin' nowhere boy |
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'Til you spend a little time with me |
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Then the boys called from the honky tonk |
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Said there's a party goin' on down here |
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Well she might've took my car keys |
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But she forgot about my old John Deere |
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So give me just a one more last chance |
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Before you say we're through |
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I know I drive you crazy baby |
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It's the best that I can do |
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We're just some good ol' boys, a makin' noise |
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I ain't a runnin' 'round on you |
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Give me just a one more last chance |
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Before you say we're through |
