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She sat on the bar stool, she smoked and she drank |
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Till the past became clear and the future went blank |
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In the path she regains all her beauty and pride |
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But that was before Jessie died |
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Jessie, her husband was small, he was lean |
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Drove a big yellow earth moving machine |
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They had a new pick-up, the joy of their lives |
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But that was before Jessie died |
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She used to go shopping for pretty young clothes |
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And her hair done Thursdays and her nails and her toes |
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And on weekends they danced till the first morning light |
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But that was before Jessie died |
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On weekends they'd cook out and watch all the games |
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Jessie knew all of the best players names |
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The sunshine so bright it put tears in your eyes |
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But that was before Jessie died |
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When Jessie got sick he was thirty years old |
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They said, "It ain't nothing but a little light cold" |
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And he worked till the pain wouldn't ease or subside |
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And that was before Jessie died |
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Now she sits on the stool with a glass in her hand |
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She smiles and she talks to a travelin' man |
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And there was time she would turn down a ride |
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But that was before Jessie died |
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She sat on the bar stool, she smoked and she drank |
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Till the past became clear and the future went blank |
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In the path she regains all her beauty and pride |
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But that was before Jessie died |
