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Well I did not go to church last Sunday |
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'Cos my sins I need not confess |
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With your daddy standing at the pulpit |
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I just figured staying home was best |
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Your physique is swelling and your waistline's telling |
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Everybody knows that it's mine |
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I guess the word's got around this old one store town |
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And your preacher daddy, he ain't blind |
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Chorus) Well you got knocked up |
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And I got locked up |
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I guess you'd say that we both got screwed |
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Well you got locked out |
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And I got knocked out |
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And I guess you're gonna miss a lot of school |
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Well you looked a damn sight older |
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That night upon the hill |
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And if I'd knowed what I know well I would've let you go |
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But you said that you was on the pill |
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Well your uncle, he's the town sherriff |
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Your granddaddy he's the county judge |
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And I can't see a way that I'll see the light of day |
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With your whole family holding a grudge |
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Chorus) Well you got knocked up |
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And I got locked up |
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I guess you'd say that we both got screwed |
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Well you got locked out |
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And I got knocked out |
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And I guess you're gonna miss a lot of school |
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Well your family's got the shotgun ready |
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I can hear those church bells chime |
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Well I may not be ready for a wedding darling |
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But I know that I'm not ready to die! |
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Chorus) Well you got knocked up |
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And I got locked up |
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I guess you'd say that we both got screwed |
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Well you got locked out |
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And I got knocked out |
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And I guess you're gonna miss a lot of school |
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And I guess you're gonna miss a lot of school |
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And I guess you're gonna miss a lot of school |
