| I’LL FIND IT WHERE I CAN
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| WRITERS MICHAEL CLARK, ZACK VANASDALE
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| Ah! |
| It’s just another wasted mornin'
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| While I’m holdin' up the wall
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| Too much tequila makes me wonder
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| Why I’m headin' home at all
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| Get that honky tonk feelin'
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| Every time your arms grow cold
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| I suppose that’s the reason
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| I need a home away from home
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| So I’ll say one more time
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| And I hope you’ll understand
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| If I can’t find it in your arms, babe
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| I’m gonna find it where I can
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| I can’t refuse them lonely women
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| Lord, I know just how they feel
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| I suppose that’s the reason
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| What you been givin' me makes me feel
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| Honey, I’m gettin' that honky tonk feelin'
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| Every time your arms grow cold
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| And I suppose that’s the reason
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| I need a home away from home
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| So I’ll say it one more time, one more time
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| And I hope you’ll understand
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| If I can’t find it in your arms, babe
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| I’m gonna find it where I can
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| If I can’t find it in your arms, babe
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| I’m gonna find it where I can |