| Well, the rain was comin' down sideways
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| When he made it into the bar
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| The water got through the hole in his boot
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| So, he sat down to take it off
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| And he saw me sittin' up on a barstool
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| Watchin' TV and drinkin' beer
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| And I said, «What the hell happened to you, boy
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| That you wound up in here?»
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| So, he told me all about her
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| And how good things had been
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| And how it all got tough with the money and love
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| And I was drinkin' and listenin' to him
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| When he got to the part about leavin'
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| And gettin' caught out in the storm
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| I took another sip of my beer
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| Set the bottle down on the bar and said
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| It’s your life
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| And I’m not you, but if I were
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| I’d put my foot in the boot
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| Put the boot in the truck
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| Put the truck in the road
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| And go home to her
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| Well, he told me it was complicated
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| And I just shook my head
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| I said, «You wanna see hard, try livin' in bars
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| Your whole life tryin' to forget»
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| 'Cause I lost a girl like yours once
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| And buddy, you better believe
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| I wouldn’t be sittin' here talkin' to you
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| If somebody’d said to me |
| It’s your life
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| And I’m not you, but if I were
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| I’d put my foot in the boot
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| Put the boot in the truck
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| Put the truck in the road
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| And go home to her
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| When he told her about the rain
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| The boot, the bar and me
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| I bet she smiled and cried just a little
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| He put his foot in the boot
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| Put the boot in the truck
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| Put the truck on the road
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| And went home to her |