| Uh yeah
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| Good Lord
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| God have mercy on my soul
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| Verse 1:
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| I love her, but you never would know,
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| There by the way I just let my girl go.
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| With tears in her eyes,
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| From the year of the lies,
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| She backed on up and dissapeared out the drive--
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| --Way, hey, what can I say?
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| All we had means nothin today.
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| I did my thing and she did hers,
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| But my crimes are a wee bit worse.
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| And now I’m sittin here all alone wit my guilt,
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| Just me and the dogs, in the home that we built.
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| It was Andy’s and hers even though Bubba bought it,
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| But Bubba wouldn’t leave just like her motha called it.
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| From the pink, on into the blue flames,
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| God forgive me for causin you pain.
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| All it was, ain’t no more,
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| Cuz my baby’s gone, and when it rains, it pours.
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| Chorus:
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| She tried to tell me
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| I needed to be strong
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| I wasn’t listenin
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| And now my baby’s gone
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| Verse 2:
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| One for the pleasure, two for the sin,
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| Three for the family, we coulda been.
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| Had I not been so concerned,
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| With this life no spoken words.
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| Couldn’t begin to undo whats done,
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| Deep within I know that you must run.
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| Far away from the thought of my smile,
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| And the broken dream of us walkin that aisle.
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| I first saw Betty & my nanny white’s yard,
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| The breats were the best and her fanny. |
| My Lord.
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| A fly country-girl just workin them hips,
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| She’s my queen, is a virgin I guess.
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| But I ain’t never ask and I ain’t never tell,
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| But Betty had the cash at the time I went to jail.
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| And how did I reward her loyalty?
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| Let her walk in and see her cousin Joy on me.
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| Hook x1
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| Verse 3:
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| Its been 6 months and still no word.
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| I try to carry on like it still don’t hurt.
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| Hoes comin round but I still won’t flirt.
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| Drinkin is worse, and the pills don’t work.
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| Last I heard, she was in Birmingham,
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| Livin with a good hard workin man.
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| And lookin back on it, that’s exactly what she wanted.
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| Not a rebel with a passion for tha moment.
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| I live for the fiddle & a kick in the snare,
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| I take my love and I stick it in there.
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| Moved it gently and made this song,
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| All because, my baby’s gone.
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| Hook x1 |