| I’ve been down every backroad and all these city streets
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| I grew up in a small town, and damn I like to drink
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| I got drunk in Dallas, I forgot my name
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| Whiskey on my breath, a little pocket change, too many pills to ease my pain
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| She’s leaving me tomorrow, bound for Colorado
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| I’m stuck here in Texas, at the bottom of a bottle
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| She’s leaving me tomorrow
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| She left a note on the table, with a six pack of beer;
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| Saying «baby, I love you but I just can’t stay here.»
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| I smoked a midnight cigarette, your memory I can’t erase
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| Whiskey on my breath, a little pocket change, too many pills to ease my pain
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| She’s leaving me tomorrow, bound for Colorado
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| I’m stuck here in Texas, at the bottom of a bottle
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| She’s leaving me tomorrow
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| Girl I bought you flowers, on my way home
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| To tell I’m sorry, but you were already gone
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| Now I’m feeling heart broke, my girl’s in Colorado
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| I’m stuck here in Texas, at the bottom of a bottle
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| My girl’s in Colorado
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| I’m stuck here in Texas, at the bottom of a bottle
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| I’m at the bottom of a bottle |