| Sunday morning, man, she woke up fighting mad
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| Bitching and moaning on and on 'bout the time I had
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| And by Tuesday, you could say that girl was good as gone
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| And then when Thursday came around, I was all alone
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| So I went for a drive to clear my mind, ended up at a Shell on I-65
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| Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch off ticket
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| Bought two twelve packs and a tank of gas with it
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| She swore they were a waste of time, oh, but she was wrong
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| I was caller number 5 on the radio station
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| Won a 4-day, 3-night beach vacation
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| Deep sea, senorita, fishing down in Panama
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| And I ain’t gotta see my ex future mother-in-law anymore
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| Oh, Lord, when it rains it pours
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| Now she was sure real quick to up and apologize
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| When she heard about my new found luck on that FM dial
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| And it’s crazy how lately now it just seems to come in waves
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| What I thought was gonna be the death of me was my saving grace
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| It’s got me thinking that her leaving is the only logical reason
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| That I got the last spot in the Hooter’s parking lot
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| And the waitress left her number on my check with a heart
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| She picked up on the first ring when I gave her a call
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| And I only spent five bucks at the Moose Club Raffle
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| Won a used four-wheeler and three free passes
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| For me and two of my buddies to play a round of golf
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| And I ain’t gotta see my ex future mother-in-law anymore
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| Oh, Lord, when it rains it pours
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| When it rains it pours
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| I’ve been on one hell of a redneck roll for three weeks now
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| And it all started on the day that she walked out
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| Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch off ticket
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| Bought two twelve packs and a tank of gas with it
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| She swore they were a waste of time, oh, but she was wrong
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| And I was caller number 5 on the radio station
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| Won a 4-day, 3-night beach vacation
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| Deep sea, senorita, fishing down in Panama
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| And I ain’t gotta see my ex future mother-in-law anymore
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| Oh, Lord, when it rains it pours
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| When it rains it pours |