| Well I’m all gassed up
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| The Car is waitin' outside
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| I got three more hours on this loser’s job
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| And then I’ll be ready to ride
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| I got this cowboy comin' with me
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| This guy’s name is Jeffrey Jack
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| He can shoot the eyes out of a pool ball
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| He can get the young girls into the sack
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| We’ll go down to the dance hall
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| Locals will be kickin' up their heels
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| They’ll be drinkin' tequila sunrises
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| Until the morning light fills up the window sills
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| And then I’ll be with Sugar Marie
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| She’s the only girl I know that can make me forget about me
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| Come on and dance with me Sugar Marie
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| She don’t ask me any questions when it’s time to leave
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| She works down at the truck stop
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| Where she polishes the spoons
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| She gets colas and burgers for the boys
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| On those hot summer afternoons
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| She’s got this girlfriend named Linda
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| Linda’s got a tattoo that says Christ
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| Well she ain’t half bad to talk to
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| And I reckon she looks pretty nice
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| We’ll drive down to the dance hall
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| Sittin' there waitin' on me
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| Jesus, you know it feels pretty good
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| And sometimes I need some good ole company
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| And then I’ll be with Sugar Marie
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| She’s the only girl I know that can make me forget about me
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| Come on and dance with me Sugar Marie
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| She don’t ask me any questions when it’s time to leave
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| She works down at the truck stop
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| Where she polishes the spoons
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| She gets colas and burgers for the boys
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| On those hot summer afternoons
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| She’s got this girlfriend named Linda
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| Linda’s got a tattoo that says Christ
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| Well she ain’t half bad to talk to
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| And I reckon she looks pretty nice
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| We’ll drive down to the dance hall
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| Sittin' there waitin' on me
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| Jesus, you know it feels pretty good
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| And sometimes I need some good ole company
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| She don’t ask any questions
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| And she don’t flirt with the other boys
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| She belongs to me Sugar Marie
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| I never thought I needed no one
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| I can make a big enough mess myself
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| Oh, but when I finally found someone
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| She made me respect myself
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| Dance for me Sugar Marie
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| And then I’ll be with Sugar Marie
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| She’s the only girl I know that can make me forget about me
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| Come on and dance with me Sugar Marie
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| She don’t ask me any questions when it’s time to leave
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| She works down at the truck stop
|
| Where she polishes the spoons
|
| She gets colas and burgers for the boys
|
| On those hot summer afternoons
|
| She’s got this girlfriend named Linda
|
| Linda’s got a tattoo that says Christ
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| Well she ain’t half bad to talk to
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| And I reckon she looks pretty nice
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| We’ll drive down to the dance hall
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| Sittin' there waitin' on me
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| Jesus, you know it feels pretty good
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| And sometimes I need some good ole company
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| Hey girl I wish we could tear the heart
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| Out of this old town tonight |