| Crystal was a waitress at the Night Owl Lounge
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| Pretty as a picture was she
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| Sammy was her drinkin' buddy bought a round
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| For the pleasure of her company
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| Crystal had weakness for the silent type
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| And Sammy stole her heart away
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| But three weeks later she was gone from sight
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| And poor Sammy had a lot to say
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| Oh boy
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| He said
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| All I wanted was to hold her tight
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| But all she gave me was a heap of heartaches
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| And a whole lot of lonely nights
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| All I wanted was her to do me right
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| But she done me wrong and left me hanging on
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| To a whole lot of lonely nights
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| It ain’t right
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| Everybody noticed when the change set in
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| It was just a few things at first
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| Sammy started cussin' and he shunned his friends
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| And then it went from bad to worse
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| One night he broke a window down at Hi-Fi 5
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| Stole himself a stereo set
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| His bail paying momma asked him why son why
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| He said you ain’t seen nothin' yet
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| Oh Mamma
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| All I wanted was to hold her tight
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| But all she gave me was a heap of heartaches
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| And a whole lot of lonely nights
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| All I wanted was her to do me right
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| But she done me wrong and left me hanging on
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| To a whole lot of lonely nights
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| It ain’t right
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| Last they heard from Sammy he’d jumped his bail
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| He was somewhere in the great southwest
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| Flippin' burgers for minimum scale
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| And going by an alias
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| Every now and then at the Night Owl Lounge
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| Crystal hears the telephone ring
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| She picks it up and then she slams it down
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| It’s long distance from the Burger King
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| Poor thing
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| He said
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| All I wanted was to hold you tight
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| But all you gave me was a heap of heartaches
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| And a whole lot of lonely nights
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| All I wanted was you to do me right
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| But ya done me wrong and left me hanging on
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| To a whole lot of lonely nights
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| But ya done me wrong and left me hanging on to a whole
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| Lot of lonely nights
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| A whole lot of lonely nights
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| I said
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| A whole lot of lonely nights
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| It ain’t right |