| I can see her comin' through the trees
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| Beautiful and broken at the knees
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| Every time I kiss your lips I swear it makes me sneeze
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| Cause' darlin' you’re a pistol crack just floatin' in the breeze
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| Puttin' on your lipstick in the dark
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| Suckin' on a bottle in a burned down trailer park
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| Every time I kiss your lips I swear it leaves a mark
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| But oh, gee, what is wrong with me
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| 'Cause darlin' you’re a whiskey kisser and it’s killin' me
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| I swear I love you but when all is said and done
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| If you’ve got somewhere to be then tell it to my gun
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| I can see her sleepin' on the floor
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| Curled up like a snake beside the door
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| Why is your kid’s sister always dressed up like a whore
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| But oh, gee, won’t you come with me
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| 'Cause darlin' it’s a perfect land for highway robbery
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| You got me shakin' like a leaf on a tree
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| saw your broken high heels floatin' on the sea
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| (now)
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| Sittin' down on highway 61
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| In a broke-down Cadillac just waitin' for the sun
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| I can see the headlights on the outskirts of the town
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| It looks like state trolleys huntin' someone down
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| 'Cause darlin' I can see your shadow layin' on the ground
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| You’re in your underwear just shootin' at the moon
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| And if I ever sober up I’ll join you there real soon
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| Soon, bang, bang, bang |