| My baby’s sweet talkin' the cable man
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| While I’m a diggin' around up here
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| Sweatin' my %#@ off in the attic
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| Trying to find the rabbit ears
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| The screen doors off the hinges
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| And there’s a flat tire on the Olds
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| And this GE Fridgerator ain’t keeping nothin' froze
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| We’re falling apart together
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| Well it’s another flash light dinner in the dark Mmm Hmm
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| When times get hard
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| We just shake us on a little more salt and pepper
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| Yeah the good thing is we might be falling apart
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| But we’re falling apart together
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| Well I got me some good friends that swing a hammer at a nail
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| But there ain’t no houses going up
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| Ain’t no checks in the mail
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| Well the gas tanks might be empty
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| But the tail gates still full
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| We pass a guitar and a bottle around
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| Everybody take a pull
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| We’re falling apart together
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| Well it’s another flash light dinner in the dark Mmm Hmm
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| When times get hard
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| We just shake us on a little more salt and pepper
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| Yeah the good thing is we might be falling apart
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| But we’re falling apart together
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| These days ain’t stayin' forever
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| They’re gonna get better
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| But till they do
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| We’ll be falling apart together
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| Well it’s another flash light dinner in the dark Mmm Hmm
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| When times get hard
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| We’ll just shake us on a little more salt and pepper
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| Yeah the good thing is we might be falling apart
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| But we’re falling apart together |