| I’d be better off red
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| If all the things I’ve learned would just fall out of my head
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| 'Cause a blade of bluegrass left a scar on my neck
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| And it ain’t quit hurting yet
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| I’d be better off red
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| I want ten little acres instead of the world
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| I’d be a homemaker instead of the girl
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| Who had to make it out of her nowhere town
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| Just to make her Momma proud
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| See, my Daddy’s not well-read
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| And he don’t give a damn about these things in my head
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| He’s got a Chevy, a front porch and a TV set
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| He ain’t hurting yet
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| I’d be better off red
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| I’d want the bank of a river instead of the sea
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| I’d be a schoolteacher instead of the freak
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| Who had to run away from the only place
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| Where everybody knew my name
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| 'Cause the world ain’t got no front porch swing
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| The city ain’t got no fresh green beans
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| I ain’t found one finer thing Momma
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| I’d be better off red
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| If all the things I’ve learned
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| Would just fall out of my head
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| 'Cause a blade of bluegrass left a scar on my neck
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| And it ain’t quit hurting yet
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| I’d be better off red |