| I knew a girl who was almost a lady
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| She had a way with all the men in her life
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| Every inch of her blossomed in beauty
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| And she was born on the fourth of July
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| Well she lived in an aluminum house trailer
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| And she worked in a juke box saloon
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| And she spent all the money I give her
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| Just to see the old man in the moon
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| I used to sleep at the foot of Old Glory
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| And awake in the dawn’s early light
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| But much to my surprise
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| When I opened my eyes
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| I was a victim of the great compromise
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| Well we’d go out on Saturday evenings
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| To the drive-in on Route 41
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| And it was there that I first suspected
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| That she was doin' what she’d already done
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| She said «Johnny won’t you get me some popcorn»
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| And she knew I had to walk pretty far
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| And as soon as I passed through the moonlight
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| She hopped into a foreign sports car
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| I used to sleep at the foot of Old Glory
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| And awake in the dawn’s early light
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| But much to my surprise
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| When I opened my eyes
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| I was a victim of the great compromise
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| Well you know I could have beat up that fellow
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| But it was her that had hopped into his car
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| Many times I’d fought to protect her
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| But this time she was goin' too far
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| Now some folks they call me a coward
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| Cause I left her at the drive-in that night
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| But I’d druther have names thrown at me
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| Than to fight for a thing that ain’t right
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| I used to sleep at the foot of Old Glory
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| And awake in the dawn’s early light
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| But much to my surprise
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| When I opened my eyes
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| I was a victim of the great compromise
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| Now she writes all the fellows love letters
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| Saying «Greetings, come and see me real soon»
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| And they go and line up in the barroom
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| And spend the night in that sick woman’s room
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| But sometimes I get awful lonesome
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| And I wish she was my girl instead
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| But she won’t let me live with her
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| And she makes me live in my head |