| I been drinking all day for a livin'
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| Been dreaming bout movin' on
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| Seems like every little thing I
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| Do they been putting in a country song
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| And I saw you on the TV man is that some kind of joke
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| You been making a killing off the shoes I’m filling
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| While I’m sitting here gone broke
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| So as long as we’re trading favors
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| A little pleasure for my pain
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| Let me stand up there just one time
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| And here 'em call my name
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| My friends all think I’m crazy
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| And my mamma wouldn’t understand
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| But just one time before I die
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| I want to sit in with the band
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| Well I know it must be something
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| Your talent or your style
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| Your hundred dollar blue jeans
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| Or your million dollar smile
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| But I don’t need me no gold records
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| I don’t need no limousines
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| I don’t need to tear up my dressing room
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| With no Beaumont beauty queens
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| And I don’t care if its backwoods country
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| I don’t care if its rock and roll
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| I don’t care if it’s humming through my old tin roof
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| Or playin' on the radio
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| My friends all think I’m crazy
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| And my mama wouldn’t understand
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| But just one time before I die
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| I want to sit in with the band |