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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...
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They say not to have too much fun
They say not to get too much sun
Democrat, Republican
I guess I'm screwed, I'm neither one
Don't say 'hell', say 'what the heck'
Do what's politically correct
Don't pray in school, but have safe sex
Isn't that what they expect?
Who are they?
Yeah you know what they say
Who are they?
Someone I gotta pay
Who are they?
They're probably living in LA
And I don't care anyway
Who are they?
They probably own the Village Voice
The Nashville Scene, The People's Choice
To me it's all a bunch of noise
Decided on by funny boys
They say who does and don't belong
They say our hair's too short or long
They say who's right and who is wrong
As if we'll all just come along
Who are they?
Yeah you know what they say
Who are they?
Someone I gotta pay
Who are they?
They're probably living in LA
And I don't care anyway
Who are they?
Well I wonder if they've got a life
A broken car and two ex-wives
Do they drink beer on Friday night
I wonder if they like to fight
And I wonder if they've got a soul
Or if they like their rock-and-roll
Where do they live, I've got to know
So I can tell them off
Or where to go
Who are they?
Yeah you know what they say
Who are they?
Someone I gotta pay
Who are they?
They're probably living in LA
And I don't care anyway
Who are they?
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