| At a bar out in Reno
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| In a rundown casino
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| In the heart of the bad part of town
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| She works nine 'til closin'
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| But the life that she’s chosen
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| Ain’t the kind that makes Momma proud
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| She’s the belle of the bar
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| Shines like a star
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| Could light up your life with a smile
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| You’ll drink all night
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| 'Cause when she’s in sight
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| Time wasted’s always worthwhile
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| She’s a barroom beauty
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| She’s tattooed and moody
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| But she’ll love you truly at night
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| She’s blue bloodshot eyes
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| Sunday sunrise
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| And a good way to get through the night
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| And as I leave her this mornin'
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| I wish this were more than goodbye
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| But I’m a trav’lin' musician
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| A man on a mission
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| To sing all these sad country songs
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| Well I sang her a few
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| And the words she all knew
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| And sat down and sang right along
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| From the bar to the streets
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| 'Neath the stars, 'neath the sheets
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| She laid in my arms 'til the dawn
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| With the dawn’s morning light
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| Before goodbye
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| I sat down and wrote her this song
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| She’s a barroom beauty
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| She’s tattooed and moody
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| But she’ll love you truly at night
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| She’s blue bloodshot eyes
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| Sunday sunrise
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| And a good way to get through the night
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| And as I leave her this mornin'
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| I wish this were more than goodbye
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| I wish this were more than goodbye |