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I couldn't help but overhear you talkin' to yourself
How she slipped right through your hands
And in between all of the four...
Swingin' doors
Neon lights
Hardwood floors
It's Saturday night
Got on my dancing boots
I've got a cold...
Some people say I'm one of those guys with blessings in life overlooked
Sometimes I feel like the tatter torn pages of some old...
Well, I'm gonna have to get a new mailbox
'Cuz all she left me was a hole
And I'm gonna hafta get a new washin' machine...
I've lead a lifetime fightin' this land
Workin' for nothin with these dry, callused hands
I'm a slave to the sun, It ain't...
People ask me What you doin' son
You're gonna drive yourself insane
You'll never find the sunshine
When you're followin'...
It was rainin' hard in Houston when I ran into her
I searched for conversation but I was lost for words
Then a cloud of tear...
She took the TV and the toaster
She took the curtains and the car
I guess she took for granted
I wouldn't take it very...
You've got a glow that's not a suntan
And a new gleam in your eyes
Oh, it must have been one great vacation
Girl, you...
It looks a little weathered, so it looks good on me
But since you've left I'm wearin' this old hat differently
Pain, wind, rain...