| Bye-bye country boy
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| You’ve been a joy, a shiny toy
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| Glad we played your County Fair
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| I’m glad you came to see me there
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| I sang that song, looked right at you
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| You came backstage like I knew you’d do
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| It’s a doggone shame our week is through
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| Bye-bye country boy, sweet shy country boy
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| Bye-bye country boy
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| Your Sunday clothes, you brought a rose
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| I love the hot-rod moonlight spins
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| Those sleepy roomy country inns
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| Your voice sends my world aways
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| Those sunny laughing picnic days
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| You’ve been a joy, a shiny toy
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| Bye-bye country boy, sweet shy country boy
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| Bye-bye country boy
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| It’s time to go, it’s closing show
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| You still think that I’m a star
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| Just shows how hazy dumb you are
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| If you’d just say, «Hey, stick around»
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| I’d tell my band I ain’t leavin' town
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| But you don’t dream I’d settle down
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| Do you, country boy, sweet shy country boy?
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| Bye-bye country boy
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| I got to pack, I can’t look back
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| Don’t come 'round and say goodbye
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| You mustn’t see a big star cry
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| But once I’m home in old L. A
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| My heart and mind will be miles away
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| Still wishing you had made me stay
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| Bye-bye country boy, sweet shy country boy
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| You’ve been a joy, a shiny toy
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| I got to pack, I can’t look back
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| You’ve been a joy, a shiny toy
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| I got to pack, I can’t look back
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| You’ve been a joy, a shiny toy
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| I got to pack, I can’t look back
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| You’ve been a joy, a shiny toy
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| I got to pack, I can’t look back |