| Well, I was three days short of pullin' out Bridgeport
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| I was headed down to Houston town
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| Had my guitar packed in a burlap sack
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| For escortin' my country sound
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| I bypassed Jackson, bypassed Memphis
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| By the time I got to Arkansas
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| Id-a sold my car and this black guitar
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| For anything cool and tall
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| So I pulled up to a neon sign on highway forty-nine
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| Shut the engine down, took a look around
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| And then I stepped inside
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| I asked that bouncer where I was
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| He said, «Son, you’re at Bills»
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| Honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin'
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| Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken
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| Laundromat bar and grill
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| Well, I saw old Bill sittin' at the bar
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| With a waitress and change machine
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| He was dolin' out quarters to a waitress named Starr
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| When I asked him if I could sing
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| He said, «Son, go ahead if you brought your guitar»
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| Then he pointed to the back stage door
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| He said, «We don’t like original material
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| Unless it’s been done before»
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| Well, I hit the stage like a big wheeled train
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| Told the crowd, I played the seats
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| I played the Tennessee Waltz, Kentucky Rain
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| And the one about the pearly street
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| That lead guitar was like a chain saw
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| That fiddle like a power drill at Bill’s
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| Honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin'
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| Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken
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| Laundromat bar and grill
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| Well, in the few short minutes, I was up on stage
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| Lookin' back at country cowboys face
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| With a perfect view I was witness to
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| The destruction of the whole damn place
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| It was
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| Flyin' out of that dodge saloon
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| And that mechanical bull was a Houston pull
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| To the safest place in the room
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| Well a punch-drunk cowboy showed his wife
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| That his shirt was soaked in beer
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| She said, «Calm down, honey, have another lite
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| 'Cause we can wash the shirt right here»
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| Then the whole place stopped to thank me
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| For bookin' my show at Bill’s
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| Honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin'
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| Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken
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| Laundromat bar and grill
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| At Bill’s, honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin'
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| Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken
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| Laundromat bar and grill |