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He was a drinking man with a guitar problem |
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Didn't have a dollar to his name |
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He didn't seem to mind it all that often |
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He mostly took whatever came |
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And if it came too late or it came to nothing |
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He'd swear beneath his breath |
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There's gotta be something to it |
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There's gotta be something to it |
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She lost her mind and she never missed it |
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Folks all said she'd never learn |
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She'd take the path of least resistance |
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Right to the point of no return |
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Apprehended on occasion, got off easy every time |
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Said there's gotta be something to it, something to it |
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Don't know why else |
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She want to put herself through it |
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When your nights are getting colder |
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Restless as the wind |
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I'll be coming over |
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Fast as I can, fast as I can |
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Well, he had some lines but he never used 'em |
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She didn't need much talking to |
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And he thought he'd died and gone to Houston |
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By the time the dawn burned off the dew |
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And they lit right up like Roman candles |
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Like fire and gasoline |
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There must've been something to it, something to it |
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Didn't mess around, they just had to get right to it |
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When your nights are getting colder |
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Restless as the wind |
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I'll be coming over |
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Fast as I can, fast as I can |
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For a while they carried on like rabbits |
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They'd disappear for days and nights |
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You might say they learned each other's habits |
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You might say that became their life |
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And life wasn't long, life wasn't easy |
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Life wasn't cheap, life wasn't fair |
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And there might have been something to it |
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There might have been something to it |
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When your nights are getting colder |
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Restless as the wind |
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I'll be coming over |
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Fast as I can, fast as I can |
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When your nights are getting colder |
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Restless as the wind |
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I'll be coming over |
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Fast as I can, fast as I can |
