| Well I have been riding hard and wet, you never met one quite like me.
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| No rules and no regrets but time is sneaking up you see.
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| Can’t party all night like I use too. |
| Can it be I’m slowin' down?
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| But friends are always here wanting to have a beer and take me right back out
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| on the town.
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| Can you believe I feel out of place in a smoke filled honky-tonk?
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| Well I can put on my game face after all that used to be my home.
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| There’s a girl sittin' in mylap. |
| Now everybody is getting down
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| And I’m thinking about just exactly how in the world I’m going to get out.
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| They all want to go wild and I want to go home,
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| Cause I’ve been there done that living life to fast way to much carrying on.
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| I’ve walked on the wildside but they drag me along.
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| They all want to go wild and I want to go home.
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| Now if my wife walked in right now there would be some hell to pay
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| And I’ve payed to much before so here is all I got to say,
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| All the head and heart-ache ain’t worth it not to mention alimony.
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| A man’s got to be a fool sittin' here on a stool. |
| She bring a whole lot back to
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| me.
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| They all want to go wild and I want to go home.
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| Yeah, I’ve been there done that, living life to fast, way to much carrying on.
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| I’ve walked on the wildside but they drag me along.
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| They all want to go wild and I want to go home.
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| They all want to get wild and I just want to get home.
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| Yeah, I’ll meet ya' later! |