| I feel the blood kickin' like syrup
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| Mud slide in my vein
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| Another tired race horse
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| Without a steerer man it may
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| Give me one last hangover
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| Before it’s closing time
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| Don’t look for any tea no more
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| Just put a bucket of your best wine
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| Later whip up cold another back
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| Of the young buck who needs tamin'
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| If you think I’m lyin' again
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| I split my faith to tell the truth
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| At the wrong moment
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| I used to be wanted by women
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| Used to be loved and forgiven
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| Used to be wanted by women
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| Used to be wanted
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| But not by you
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| Wanted by women
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| Used to be loved and forgiven
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| Used to be wanted by women
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| Used to be haunted all day by you
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| There’s a path I discovered
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| After cuttin' all the rains
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| We had so many memories that could say to everyone
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| To watch the sun go down again
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| Chewin' on a four-leaf clover
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| That my last lucky time
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| After all it’s just make believe
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| Ride and hide against the nick of time
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| So you can sing me one last lullaby
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| Make me believe that I am dreamin'
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| I hang my head and I regret
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| That I’ll never get to see the sparkle in your eyes again
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| I used to be wanted by women
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| Used to be loved and forgiven
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| Used to be wanted by women
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| Used to be wanted
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| But not by you
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| Wanted by women
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| Used to be loved and forgiven
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| Used to be wanted by women
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| Used to be haunted all day by you |