| Well he’s gone to find his way again
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| He said he’s lost his only friend
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| He’s got a jar of cash to spend
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| He’s running off just like he done before
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| And he made a stop down the track
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| He sold his favorite leather hat
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| He told the man he won’t be back
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| And rounded out an old unsettled score
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| But ooh this 'ain't the first time that I’ve been left behind
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| I’d cook his lunch and wash his clothes
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| He’d tend the fence and shoot the crows
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| And somewhere in there we got close
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| They say a handy man is hard to find
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| He bought the farm, I sold my car
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| He left me with a silver scar
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| He’s colder then a steel guitar
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| He always said he ain’t the loving kind
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| But I said ooh this 'ain't the first time that I’ve been left behind
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| Well some days I cry like a child
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| Other days I ramble wild
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| He’s got me so goddamn beguiled
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| And I don’t even know his middle name
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| And he’s been lost and found before
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| I’ve stopped waiting by the door
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| But I still love him to the core
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| I only wish that he could do the same
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| But ooh this 'ain't the first time that I’ve been left behind
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| Well he don’t call and he don’t write
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| He slips on in after midnight
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| I never turn off my porch light
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| He always finds his way back my place
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| And I never ask him for a ring
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| But he gave my this old song to sing
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| And helped himself to everything
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| And now I’m here without a speck of grace
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| But ooh this 'ain't the first time that I’ve been left behind
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| Left behind |