| Every night I play the places
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| Neon lights and smilin' faces
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| People laugh and talk away the evenings while I play
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| Ask myself, «Why do I do it?»
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| Guess there must be somethin' to it
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| Getting' paid for doin' something I’d be doin' anyway
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| And I’m just playing that honky tonk music
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| That’s the kind I like to play
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| Just playing that honky tonk music
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| That’s the kind I like to play
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| Wish that I could have a dollar
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| For every drunk that I’ve heard holler
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| Every barroom brawler I’ve seen
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| Just sleepin' off his fight
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| And all the stories I’ve been told
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| Guess I’d have me a pot of gold
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| Even if half the stories told
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| Had turned out to be right
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| Seen a lot of women lied to
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| And sometimes I’ve even tried to
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| When the night is gettin' late
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| And the ladies look so good
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| I’ve been in bars I didn’t care for
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| I asked myself «What was it there for?»
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| All in all I wouldn’t changes things
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| Even if I could |