| Midnight in Albuquerque
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| Drunk again on a little Wild Turkey
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| Damned if her memory didn’t show up right on time
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| I’ve driven through the rain, the snow and ice
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| I ain’t hit the same town twice
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| Just lookin' for a place I figured she couldn’t find
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| I thought by now she’d left me alone
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| Turned around and headed back home
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| And just let me be
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| Hell what does she want with me
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| Bartender set 'em up
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| Hell as long as she’s here might as well stay drunk
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| Start fresh tomorrow somewhere down the road
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| Shut down another bar
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| Try to convince my heart somehow sometime some place
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| This is gonna work
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| Oh but what if I run out of honky tonks
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| Before I get over her
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| Well she walked out and I bought a map
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| A couple towns and I’d be back
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| Some place I could hurt where no one knew my name
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| Yeah I started out in Little Rock
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| I’ve lost track of everywhere I stopped
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| I can’t seem to drink enough to outrun the pain
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| You’d think by now her memory
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| Would get tired of following me
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| But tonight ain’t the night
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| So before they turn out the lights
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| Shut down another bar
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| Try to convince my heart somehow sometime some place
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| This is gonna work
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| Oh but what if I run out of honky tonks
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| Before I get over her
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| 'Fore I get over her |