| Well, a person can work up a mean, mean thirst
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| After a hard day of nothing much at all
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| The summer’s past, it’s too late to cut the grass
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| There ain’t much to rake anyway in the fall
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| Sometimes I just ain’t in the mood
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| To take my place in back with the loudmouths
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| You’re like a picture on a fridge that’s never stocked with food
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| I used to live at home, now I stay at the house
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| And everybody wants to be special here
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| They call your name out loud and clear
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| Here comes a regular
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| Call out your name
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| Here comes a regular
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| Am I the only one here today?
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| Well, a drinking buddy that’s bound to another town
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| Once the police came and took you away
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| And even if you’re in the arms of someone’s baby now
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| I’ll take a great big whiskey to you anyway
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| And everybody wants to be someone’s here
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| Someone’s gonna show up, never fear
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| Here comes a regular
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| Call out your name
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| Here comes a regular
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| Am I the only one here today?
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| Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes
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| He says opportunity knocks once, then the door slams shut
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| All I know is I’m sick of everything that my money can buy
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| A fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts
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| First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow
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| Turn your back on a pay-you-back last call
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| First the glass, then leaves that pass, then comes the snow
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| Ain’t much to rake anyway in the fall |