| I moved to Nashville back in '91
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| I was hopin' for heaven but I met the Devil’s son
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| David Allan Coe was right 'bout a long hard ride
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| Hell you ought to see the little red truck I drive
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| Well I refused to be something I’m not
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| So I didn’t make the Music City news a lot
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| But I don’t give a damn about that now
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| 'Cause some people like the way I sound then
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| Things are fixin' to get real good
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| In them honky tonks you know I’m understood
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| I been to the school of hard knocks and hardwood and
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| Things are fixin' to get real good
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| I made a lot of good friends they came from all around
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| We chased women and dreams while searching for a sound
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| But we sank right down the musical tubes
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| Getting lost in the crowd and drinkin' too much booze
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| Lord knows I done a lot of things wrong
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| But I wrote 'em all down in my country songs
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| Sometimes you gotta go to hell and back
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| Just to know where you’re at and
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| Things are fixin' to get real good
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| In them honky tonks you know I’m understood
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| I been to the school of hard knocks and hardwood and
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| Things are fixin' to get real good
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| Things are fixin' to get real good
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| In them honky tonks you know I’m understood
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| I been to the school of hard knocks and hardwood and
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| Things are fixin' to get real good
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| Yeah, I’ve done my dance on sawdust and hardwood
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| And things are fixin' to get real good
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| Yeah, they are
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| I have done my dance on sawdust and hardwood
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| Things are fixin' to get real good |