| There’s a lot of bad wood underneath the veneer
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| She’s an overnight sensation after twenty-five years
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| Sharp fast curves, power steering
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| Unroll that twenty, buy me some beer
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| Ain’t too bad, too bad at all
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| Pick up the phone if I ever call
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| Hell no, I ain’t happy
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| Hell no, I ain’t happy
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| Hell no, I ain’t happy
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| There’s a pretty little girl outside the van window
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| Bout 80 cities down, 800 to go
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| Six crammed in, we ain’t never alone
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| Never homesick, ain’t got no home
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| Check my mail if you would please, Jenn
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| Collect my things till I’m in town again
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| Hell no, I ain’t happy
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| Hell no, I ain’t happy
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| Hell no, I ain’t happy
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| But I get a little closer everyday
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| Gonna be a little while fore I’m back your way
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| I’ve seen just how much I can stand
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| One night in Kansas City, I thought about killing a man
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| Seen my number fly by on Interstate 10
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| Seen the mountains of Montana at seven AM
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| And I keep it all together for the sake of the kids
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| Got your fine-ass self on the back of my lids
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| Hell no, I ain’t happy
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| Hell no, I ain’t happy
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| Hell no, I ain’t happy
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| But I ain’t too crappy
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| No I ain’t too crappy, too crappy at all |