| I’ve lost in Oklahoma.
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| I’ve been busted and thrown in jail,
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| And I didn’t have no mama to try to pay my bail.
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| Yeah I know about losing, cause I’ve lost all I’ve had,
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| but I guess that’s the price you’d pay when you’re on heartbreak’s edge.
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| Down in Arizona, I felt hell on me
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| And I’ve lost me some damn good friends
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| who gave their life to speed.
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| One day I might find out what is all about,
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| but until then I’ll just drink some more
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| until I figure it out.
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| On the run driftin' alone
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| like a dog without a home
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| on the run, driftin' alone
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| doin' time, running on call
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| I know about losing, cause I’ve lost all I’ve had,
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| and I did my best to make folks think that I was really worse than bad
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| Being tattoed as trouble helped me out in New Orleans
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| but the price I had to pay for that was love and misery.
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| On the run driftin' alone
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| Like a dog without a home
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| On the run, driftin' alone
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| Doin' time, running on call
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| Doin' time, driftin' alone
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| Doin' time, running on call |