| At night… ain’t gonna be good.
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| It’s just a little bit of pain,
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| You should turn and walk away,
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| No, it ain’t no good.
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| When I… walk through the front door.
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| It’s a long way to the bar.
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| I can feel the trouble start.
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| When I walk through the door.
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| Baby I’m going to the show tonight
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| Summer’s winding down
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| There’s gonna be a fight
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| And oh, oh, you know it ain’t no good
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| I said oh, oh, no it ain’t no good
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| At night… it can’t be good.
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| With my back against the wall,
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| I can hear them as they talk.
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| No, it ain’t no good.
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| It’s the girls… in a corner booth.
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| I’m pretending not to see,
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| Talking about me,
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| Know it ain’t the truth.
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| Baby I’m going to the show tonight
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| Summer’s winding down
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| There’s gonna be a fight
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| And oh, oh, you know it ain’t no good
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| I said oh, oh, no it ain’t no good
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| Tables full of empties,
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| And they’re all bent with rage.
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| The boys playing pool,
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| And looking straight at me.
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| «When he walks away,
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| Smile in his face.»
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| Hell, they ain’t no friends of mine.
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| You know it ain’t right.
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| At night… ain’t gonna be good.
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| It’s just a little bit of pain,
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| You should turn and walk away,
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| No, it ain’t no good.
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| Baby I’m going to the show tonight
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| Summer’s winding down
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| There’s gonna be a fight
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| And oh, oh, you know it ain’t no good
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| I said oh, oh, no it ain’t no good |