| I’d like to tell y’all a story
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| About a friend of mine
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| Who liked to drink good whiskey, oh Lord
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| And have a real good time
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| His woman, you know she left him
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| And stole that boy’s brand new car
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| And ran out of town with a guitar picker
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| Said he gonna be a superstar
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| Sure you are
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| You can’t alway trust your woman
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| You can’t always trust your best friend
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| Beware of the ones that you need y’all
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| 'Cause those might be the ones that do you in Don’t talk no stuff to no slicker
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| Don’t tell your feelings to your friend
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| Don’t tell your woman that you love her, because
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| That’s when your trouble begins
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| There are many ladies here among us That’ll stab you in the back when you ain’t around
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| There are many, so many of your very best friends
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| That’ll kick you in the head when you are down
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| Yes they will
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| Don’t you backtalk the police
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| 'Cause its his job to put you in the jail
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| They’ll lock you up, boy and throw away the key
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| And your best friend won’t even go your bail
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| There are many slickers here among us That are all dressed up in suits and ties
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| But don’t you show your pain, Lord in front of them
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| 'Cause if you do you kiss yourself goodbye, alright |