| Stumbled my way on the darkest afternoon
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| I got a beer in my hand and I’m draggin' a stoagle too
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| The back of my brain is tickin' like a clock
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| I simmer down gently but boil on what the f
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| Get back 'cause I’m feelin' good tonight
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| Trouble is a word that stars with a capital T
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| Get back 'cause I’m feelin' right
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| I refer myself to the word 'cause I’m so keen
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| Little do they know that I’m struttin' such a style
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| It makes the trouble in me all worth the while
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| So get back 'cause I’m feelin' good tonight
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| Get back 'cause I’m feelin' right
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| There goes Billy and Susie walkin' hand by hand
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| I quickly caught up slurring yo what’s the plan
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| They had fear in their eyes and bellies that ran like dogs
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| I barrelled down laughing screaming Susie
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| You forgot your clogs
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| Well, Old Mr. Heffer
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| I’m really pleased to meet you
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| And Susie wouldn’t look at me
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| But Billy wouldn’t talk to me
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| I didn’t mean to scare your blue-eyed child
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| It made me so doggone crazy
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| I had to chase them for a mile
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| All wanted was change for a buck
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| Yea I’m back and I’m feelin' right
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| Jesus!
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| Well I’m back and I’m feelin' good tonight
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| So get back 'cause I’m feelin' right
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| Check it out! |