| Fast cars and whiskey are just like a woman
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| There good for the taking but hard to let go
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| And gambling’s as easy as working the pipeline
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| Or bustin some bronks in a cheap rodeo
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| If the proofs in the pudding
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| The cakes in the oven
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| You might as well pack up your things and move on
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| It’s a fact when a woman starts talking about leaving
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| And she’s standing beside you then she’s already gone
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| Gone like the robins south for the winter
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| Gone like the river out to the sea
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| Gone like the leaves from the trees in the fall
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| I’ll tell you she’s already gone
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| She’s talking about leaving she’s already gone
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| Those high dice and pool cues are just like a lady
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| They love you and leave you a little bit down
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| Counting your loosing’s they’ll leave with your winnings
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| While your living on dreams that they already dreamt
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| If the proofs in the pudding
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| The cakes in the oven
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| You might as well pack up your things and move on
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| It’s a fact when a woman starts talking about leaving
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| And she’s standing beside you then she’s already gone
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| Gone like the robins south for the winter
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| Gone like the river out to the sea
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| Gone like the leaves from the trees in the fall
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| I’ll tell you she’s already gone
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| She’s talking about leaving she’s already gone |