| His mama ran off when he was just a kid
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| So he never really knew her at all
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| Just a picture of a girl in a sad blue dress
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| Hanging beside a cross on a wall
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| His daddy used to drive those eighteen wheelers
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| Now he drives the bottle deep into the night
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| He was always saying, «Son, you’re just no good
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| You’ll never do anything right»
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| He never got enough love in all his life
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| He wasn’t brought up right
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| He never got enough love
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| The screams and the bruises and the broken bottles
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| These were things he understood
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| From busted chairs to a broken heart
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| He got away as soon as he could
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| When he was just eighteen, he got his very own gun
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| And shot a kid near a liquor store one night
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| He was all mixed up, he never understood why
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| He was only lookin' to prove his daddy right
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| He never got enough love in all his life
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| He wasn’t brought up right
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| He never got enough love
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| He never got enough love in all his life
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| He wasn’t brought up right
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| He never got enough love |