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(Billy Ray Cyrus/Don Von Tress) |
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Mama used to tell me tales ' |
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Bout a part of town |
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Where people cry the blues |
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Most everyday |
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She said don't go down there boy. |
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You know, love will cut you down |
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And you ain't yet a man, hear what |
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I say She said listen to me, son, it's so |
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Let me tell ya, |
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I've been down there |
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And I know |
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That on love street they've got signs |
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That say watch for falling victims |
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Dreams get run down in the night |
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Lord and yours might be the next one |
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Down where lies'll cut you deep |
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And goodbyes are loaded guns |
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You can take one through the heart |
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Another Casualty |
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Of Love But still |
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I had to find out |
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Just how a love would feel |
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I got tangled in the arms |
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Of one gone bad |
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Now I sit and wait and wonder |
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As I cry myself to sleep |
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Why I couldn't heed what my mama said |
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New her every word rings clear and true |
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Now I've come to realize what love can do |
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And why love street still got signs.... |
