| Something about the wrinkle in your forehead
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| Tells me there’s a fit about to get thrown
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| If we get the van out of the ditch before morning
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| Ain’t nobody got to know about what I done
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| And I never hear a single word you say
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| When you tell me not to have my fun
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| It’s the same old shit that I ain’t gonna take off anyone
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| And I don’t need to be forgiven
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| By them people in the neighborhood
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| When we first hooked up, you looked me in the eye
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| You said «Paw, we just ain’t no good.»
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| We were heathens in their eyes at the time
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| I guess I am just a heathen still
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| And I never have repented for the wrongs you say I’ve done
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| I done what I feel
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| It was a difficult delivery
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| Now he’s growing up mean and strong
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| When you tell me that it’s getting just a little bit tight
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| Ain’t the first time I been outgrown
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| And now I’m gonna push a little harder
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| She ain’t revved till the rods are thrown
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| And I’ll walk away
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| And I don’t need to be forsaken
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| By you or anybody else
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| And I never had a shortage of people tryin' to warn me
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| The dangers I pose to myself
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| Heathens
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| And these times can take their toll sometimes
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| And I know you feel the same way too
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| It just gets so hard to keep between the ditches
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| When the roads wind the way they do |