| Just a one pump fil-in station
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| Lord and one old general store
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| I found her in that wide spot in the road
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| And the brightest lights she’d ever seen
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| Were the headlights on my pickup
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| Till she saw the lights behind those swinging doors
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| And everywhere she goes
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| She leaves the jukebox smoking
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| Everywhere she’s been
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| There’s ashes on the ground
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| I see the glow in the sky
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| Through the teardrops in my eyes
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| My old flame’s out burning
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| Another honky tonk down
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| So country, young and pretty
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| She’s never been no where before
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| And I lost her behind those swinging doors
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| Now it’s just me and my old pickup
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| Making every joint in town
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| Cuz tonight she’s out somewhere to burn one down
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| And everywhere she goes
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| She leaves the jukebox smoking
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| Everywhere she’s been
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| There’s ashes on the ground
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| I see the glow in the sky
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| Through the teardrops in my eyes
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| My old flame’s out burning
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| Another honky tonk down
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| My old flame’s out burning
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| Another honky tonk down |