| Four years down and twenty one to blow
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| Ten thousand more breakfasts to go
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| Fourteen million seconds of living this way
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| And I guess it’s time I started to pray them bars away
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| I wonder what you’re doing since I don’t see you none
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| Are you still a doin' all them rotten things we done
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| If you’ve got some spare time why don’t you learn to pray
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| Maybe you can help me to pray them bars away
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| Remember old Red Barber we checked out last night
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| He still hold them eighteen years it serves the devil’s
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| Right
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| He checked out in a casket he’ve been sixty two today
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| I heard that he went crazy tryin' to pray them bars away
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| Sometimes I miss the women and miss them all I do
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| Sometimes I miss the whiskey and I miss the good times
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| Too
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| Sometimes I miss my mama I saw her Christmas Day
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| But I never miss a time to pray them bars away
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| I’m told I should be thankful for everything I’ve got
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| So thank you for the rock walls and the brave bulls
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| Thanks a lot
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| And thank you for the good job and twenty cents a day
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| Thank you for the break time to pray them bars away |