| In a hot dusty bar room in town
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| That old jukebox plays the honky tonk sound
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| You might think that I’m crying, Lord I am
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| But I’m trying to get over what’s over and through
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| I’ve got a picture of us on my mind
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| Sweet, sweet scenes of once upon a time
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| I can’t picture myself with anyone else
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| I’ve got a picture of us on my mind
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| From the pockets of his ragged old jeans
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| He paid the preacher after we said I do
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| I think of good times we’ve known
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| That were as good as he’s gone
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| This glass of red wine feels good going down
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| I’ve got a picture of us on my mind
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| Sweet, sweet scenes of once upon a time
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| I can’t picture myself with anyone else
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| I’ve got a picture of us on my mind
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| I’ve got a picture of us on my mind
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| Sweet, sweet scenes of once upon a time
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| I can’t picture myself with anyone else
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| I’ve got a picture of us on my mind |