| The old man’s out by the swimming pool
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| He goes there to think
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| He talks on the phone sometimes
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| Hardly mentions a thing
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| Says he needed it for his knees
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| He used to swim back in school
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| Graduated in '84
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| Quit drinking in '92
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| He used to call her a basket case
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| For going on like she did
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| The only girl of a foreman’s wife
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| She’d never let him forget
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| It comes to women and they survive
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| But when the same comes to men
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| Someone comes for their babies
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| Something dies there and then
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| Slinging gravel in parking lots
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| And looking tough on the 'hood
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| A girl as plain as a primer coat
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| Leaves nothing misunderstood
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| Her mother and I through trembling lips
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| A steady hand on his own
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| The future of every rebel cause
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| When all the fighting is gone
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| My sister’s marrying in the fall
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| And everything will be fine
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| 'Cause mama’s planning the wedding
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| Daddy’s planning on crying
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| She’s slipping out of her apron strings
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| You best leave him be
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| He’s staring through his own tail lights
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| And gathering speed |