| Sometimes at the end of the day
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| Before I head home, I make a stop along the way
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| A couple of drinks, wait for the 5 o’clock rush to go by
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| And almost always there’s a lady
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| Oh, and it’s so hard, she starts coming on
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| I back it on up, turn it around and take it on home
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| Sometimes I’ve gotta go out of town
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| I’ll be gone for a couple of days
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| And this buddy of mine he’s a hound in the first degree
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| And almost always there’s the ladies
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| And it ain’t easy there out and alone
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| But I back it on up, turn it around, take it on home
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| I take it on home to a woman who sticks by me
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| 'Cause I believe she’d do the same if she was me
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| And I wouldn’t know where to turn to if she was gone
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| So when I ain’t working, I don’t hang out I take it on home
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| I back it on up, turn it around and take it on home |