| Bobby’s going out tonight, looking for trouble
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| Everybody likes to fight sometimes
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| Heading south on 41, straight for the action
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| Meeting the boys at the county line
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| He kicks it into overdrive, really puts that pedal down
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| Feels so good to be alive, he’s had enough of being pushed around
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| Bobby and the boys walk in, the heads start turning
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| They don’t like no strangers in this place, no no
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| Everybody’s acting tough, words get spoken
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| And someone pulls a knife in Bobby’s face
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| He turns away but it’s too late, he’s gotta face them on his own
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| Left him there to meet his fate, Bobby’s never going home
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| Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty
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| Life gets rough, when you’re living on a fine line
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| Mary’s waiting home tonight, she’s dreaming of church bells
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| Bobby says the day is getting near
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| Mary hears the doorbell ring, the blue lights are flashing
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| At 2 am her dreams all disappear
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| Mary’s world is turning upside down, she’s been left here on her own
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| Her world is spinning 'round and 'round, Bobby’s never coming home
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| Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty
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| Life gets rough, when you’re living on a fine line
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| He said that soon their lives would be as one
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| Looks like you’re gonna be the lonely one
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| Maybe in a year or two, she’ll find someone of her own
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| Mary don’t you wait around, Bobby’s never coming home
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| Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty
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| Life gets rough, when you’re living on a fine line
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| Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty
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| Life gets rough, when you’re living on a fine line |