| Wish I could come home from workin'
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| And not have her checking my breath
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| I’m tired of her turning her questions
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| Into the Gettysburg Address
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| There’s no reason why she shouldn’t trust me
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| The fact that she don’t makes me mad
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| Can’t count all the times that I’ve begged her
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| Honey, just let my past be the past
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| I used to drink like a fish and run like a dog
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| Done a whole lotta shit not permitted by law
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| People called me the Picasso of painting the town
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| I’ve finally grown up
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| I’ve finally changed and that someone I was
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| Is somebody I ain’t
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| But she finds it hard to believe that she’s turned me around
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| So I’ll probably die before I live all my
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| Up to no good livin' down
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| Gave up on bringing her flowers
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| That just kept making things worse
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| I ain’t been guilty of nothing
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| But being the man she deserves
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| I used to drink like a fish and run like a dog
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| Done a whole lotta shit not permitted by law
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| People called me the Picasso of painting the town
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| I’ve finally grown up
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| I’ve finally changed and that someone I was
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| Is somebody I ain’t
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| But she finds it hard to believe that she’s turned me around
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| So I’ll probably die before I live all my
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| Up to no good livin' down
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| I used to cuss like a sailor and howl at the moon
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| And I woke up some morning with I-don't-know-who
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| But I never dreamed back then I’d have to pay for it now
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| You know, I’ll probably die before I live all my
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| Up to no good livin' down
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| Yeah, I’ll have to die before I live all my
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| Up to no good livin' down |