| It’s 6 P.M.
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| Supper time in South Bend Indiana
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| And you figure what the hell, you can eat at your motel
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| So you order up room service on the phone
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| You watch the local news and eat alone
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| You gotta take what little pleasure you can find
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| You got sweet Kentucky ham on your mind, on your mind
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| Nothing but sweet Kentucky ham on your mind
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| It’s 10 P.M.
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| They’re rolling up the sidewalk in Milwaukee
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| And the only place to eat just across the street
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| So you sit there with you bowl of navy bean
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| Turn the pages of your magazine
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| And you feel you want to quit while you’re behind
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| 'Cause you got sweet Kentucky ham on your mind, on your mind
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| Nothing but sweet Kentucky ham on your mind
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| You feel like you are forever on the phone
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| Half past 10, let it ring, dial again, same damn thing
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| You’re really getting hungry for some talk
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| Grab a shower, take a walk
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| They’re serving up last call in Cincinnati
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| But it’s still a night time town if you know your way around
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| And despite yourself you find you’re wide awake
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| Staring your scrambled eggs steak
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| And you must admit your heart is about to break
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| When you think of what you left behind
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| And you got sweet Kentucky ham on your mind, on your mind
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| Nothing but sweet Kentucky ham on your mind |