| They come to town when the war is over
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| Dirty boots in the middle of the night
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| Trolling the bars, hitting on the soldiers
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| Boys give it up without a fight
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| They say, «Hey, boy, how about your place?
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| I know you really want to take me home»
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| Drop the bags off on the bedroom floor
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| They make love with the lights on, saying
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| I’m a carpetbagger, baby
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| I’m coming to your town
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| I’m going to treat you kind
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| I’m going to rob you blind
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| I’ll smile all the time
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| Whoa yeah, whoa yeah, whoa yeah, whoa yeah
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| Sally could have had any one of the boys
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| But she couldn’t love no one she could not control
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| Friend of mine and her got married
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| I don’t hear too much from him anymore
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| Last I heard, he had a rope 'round his neck
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| Dragging around the grocery store
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| Carrying her bags and pushing down the aisles
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| Saying, «I ain’t got no home in this world anymore»
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| I’m a carpetbagger, baby
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| I’m coming to your town
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| I’m going to treat you kind
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| I’m going to rob you blind
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| I’ll smile all the time
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| Whoa yeah, whoa yeah, whoa yeah, whoa yeah
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| They come to town when the party’s over
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| Books been written and truths been tried
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| They’ll take it all if the door’s left open
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| Steal the nose right from under your eyes
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| I’m a carpetbagger, baby
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| I’m coming to your town
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| I’m going to treat you kind
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| I’m going to rob you blind
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| I’ll smile all the time
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| Whoa yeah, whoa yeah, whoa yeah, whoa yeah |