| Oh Lord, I have made you a place in my heart
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| Among the rags and the bones and the dirt
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| There’s piles of lies, the love gone from her eyes
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| And old moving boxes full of hurt
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| Pull up a chair by the trouble and care
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| I got whiskey, you’re welcome to some
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| Oh Lord, I have made you a place in my heart
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| But I don’t reckon you’re gonna come
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| I’ve tried to fix up the place, I know it’s a disgrace
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| You get used to it after a while —
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| With the flood and the drought and old pals hanging out
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| With their IOU’s and their smiles
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| Bare naked women keep coming in
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| And they dance like you wouldn’t believe
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| Oh Lord, I have made you a place in my heart
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| So take a good look — and then leave
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| Oh Lord, why does the Fall get colder each year?
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| Lord, why can’t I learn to love?
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| Lord, if you made me, it’s easy to see
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| That you all make mistakes up above
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| But if I open the door, you will know I’m poor
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| And my secrets are all that I own
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| Oh Lord, I have made you a place in my heart
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| And I hope that you leave it alone |