| I seen an old fighter, tired and in trouble
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| Who just couldn’t take anymore
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| Somethin' inside him kept fighting to finish
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| With only his feet on the floor-yeah
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| Lord, I know that it’s worth any price you could pay
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| To see truth in whatever disguise
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| But I’d payed double for one look of pleasure
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| A piece of relief in his eyes
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| Ain’t that clown, laughin' like crazy
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| Ain’t his eyes empty and deep
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| Don’t he sound sad as a baby
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| When she cries out in her sleep
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| We measured the space between Waylon and Willie
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| And Willie and Waylon and me
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| But there wasn’t nothin' like Billy Jo Shaver
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| What Billy Jo Shaver should be-no
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| When he showed up sick later all bit by a spider
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| And crazy to look in the eye
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| He put on a show that was sad as it should of been
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| And nobody even knew why
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| Ain’t that clown laughin' like crazy
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| Ain’t his eyes empty and deep
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| Don’t he sound sad as a baby
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| When she cries out in her sleep |