| THE RACE IS ON WITH GEORGE JONES
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| WRITER DON ROLLINS
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| I feel tears wellin’up cold deep inside
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| like my heart’s sprung a big break
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| and a stab of loneliness sharp and painful
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| that I may never shake
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| You might say that I was taking it hard
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| since you wrote me off with a call
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| But don’t you wager that I’ll hide in sarrow
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| when I may lay right down and bawl
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| Now the race is on and here comes pride in the backstreatch
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| Heartaches goin’to the inside
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| My tears are holdin’back
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| They’re tryin’not to fall
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| My hearts out of the runnin'
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| True love’s scratched for another’s sake
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| The race is on and it looks like heartaches
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| and the winner looses all
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| One day I ventured in love
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| never once suspectin’what the final result would be and how I lived in fear of waking up each morning
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| finding that you’re gone from me There’s ache and pain in my heart
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| for today was the one that I hated to face
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| Somebody new came up to win her
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| and I came out in second place
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| Now the race is on and here comes pride in the backstreatch
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| Heartaches goin’to the inside
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| My tears are holdin’back
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| They’re tryin’not to fall
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| My hearts out of the runnin'
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| True love’s scratched for another’s sake
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| The race is on and it looks like heartaches
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| and the winner looses all |