| Shootin' stars and whiskey bottles
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| All scattered across the yard
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| I’d-a stayed back home in houston
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| If I’d known it be this hard
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| Oh but as it is I’m busted
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| I broke down across the bay
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| And I might not make December
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| If we keep carrying on this way
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| Pretty girls and deep depressions
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| Keep falling from the sky
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| I got all the time in heaven
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| But no sense to wonder why
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| And the nights have all gone crazy
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| And the bars have all shut down
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| One day I swear I’ll blow it all
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| Pack up and leave this town
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| And sometimes I get so tired
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| Of telling right from wrong
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| Hey I’m glad I came
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| Just wish I hadn’t stayed so long
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| Here I am in music city
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| Long nights and neon signs
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| And I can’t seem to remember
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| What I came so far to find
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| Police cars and paper money
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| Motel rooms and cigarettes
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| Here to tell you ain’t nothin'
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| Just in case you might forget
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| I can hear the country music
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| In the window up above
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| ? |
| do it for the money
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| Do it, do it for the love
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| ? |
| and stolen pistols
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| Seemed all that comes my way
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| I’m gonna burn down all my bridges
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| Find a car and drive away
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| And sometimes I can’t believe
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| I did all that for a song
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| Hey I’m glad I came
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| Just wish I hadn’t stayed so long
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| We could make Louisiana
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| In two hours time
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| We could pull off of the highway
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| By the big casino sign
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| And we could take up all our wishes
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| And bet 'em all on black
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| Hit the lights of Mississippi
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| With the Southland at our backs
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| And it’s always been the same
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| Down every road I’ve come
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| Hey I’m glad I came
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| Just wish I hadn’t stayed so long |