| I couldn’t hear you for the TV, I didn’t know you said goodbye
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| I saw your cancelled check for the airfare, didn’t know flyin' got too high
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| Beans for breakfast once again, hard to eat 'em from the can.
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| I’ve run out of clean utensils, I’m a hungry nasty lonesome man
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| I heard the crows outside my window, guess it’s me they’re talkin' about
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| The fire you lit has burnt to cinders, every good things fizzled out
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| Beans for breakfast once again, hard to eat 'em from the can.
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| Wish you’d come back and wash the dishes, I’m a hungry nasty lonesome man
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| Caught a cold with the window open, crow droppings o my window sill
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| Probably got histoplasmosis, got no gun or I would kill them crows
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| Beans for breakfast once again, hard to eat 'em from the can.
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| Plastic forks are a dime a dozen I’m a hungry nasty lonesome man
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| Finally made it to the mailbox, felt so bad I thought I’d die
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| All I got was a bill from my doctor, well I guess flyin' ain’t so high
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| Bean for breakfast once again, hard to eat 'em from the can.
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| Blue tick mattress cold and greasy, I’m a hungry nasty lonesome man
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| The house burned down from the fire that I built, in your closet by mistake
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| After I took all them pills, but I got out safe in my duck head overalls
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| Beans for breakfast once again, I’m a hungry nasty lonesome man. |