| Shame up till today I was doin fine
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| In the mailbox was a letter
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| From a girl I left behind
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| And now she’s back in town to stay
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| Well long time ago she took my sanity
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| Came all the way to Memphis
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| To live next door to me
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| Besides the pain it’s driving me insane
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| There’s no way I can make her understand
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| And I found out why it’s hidden behind her pants
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| She’s got my name, she’s got my name
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| Tattoed on the back side of her frame
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| There ain’t no way you’ll get your ring on me
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| Diggin in my garbage for a piece of me
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| All she found were some dirty rubbers
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| And a beat up pair of jeans
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| Mentally she’s not all there
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| What should I do or where should I go
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| Should I find a little cabin in Boise Idaho
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| And hibernate till that strange lame dame goes away
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| There’s no way I can make her understand
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| And I found out why it’s hidden behind her pants
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| She’s got my name, she’s got my name
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| Tattoed on the back side of her frame
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| There ain’t no way you’ll get your ring on me
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| There’s no way I can make her understand
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| And I found out why it’s hidden behind her pants
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| She’s got my name, she’s got my name
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| Tattoed on the back side of her frame
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| There ain’t no way you’ll get your ring on me |