| A well spoken, house broken man
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| Strong enough to make a living off the land
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| He’s laying off the Bourban and the weed
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| And he’s living like a living’s 'sposed to be
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| He’s loving like a man was meant to do
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| Until the night is through
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| The woman of my dreams went walking back
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| Slaving in the kitchen, baking me a pumpkin pie
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| Stumbling down the mountain at full speed
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| But she’s taking care of me and my every need
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| She’s singing like the blue birds always do
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| Until the day is through
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| A well spoken, house broken man
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| Pays his dues and left without a second chance
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| He’s laying off the Bourban and the weed
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| He’s taking care like a living’s 'sposed to be
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| He’s loving like a man was 'sposed to do
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| Until the night is through
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| And she’s singing like the blue birds always do
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| Until the day is through
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| Till the day is through |