| Well, I went to bed sober first time in a week
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| Laid there about an hour and remembered why I drank
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| Memories jumping around outnumbering the sheep
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| Tossing and a turning and twisting up the sheets
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| Don’t need a sawbone to tell me what’s wrong
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| Cowboy down, woman done gone!
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| Shame, shame, shame
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| Ain’t it a crying shame
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| Blame, blame, blame me for this whole dang thing
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| Thought I could take her or leave her cause she left me
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| I’m up here in misery
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| Thought I could live without her but I can’t
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| Shame
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| Bout a quarter past midnight thought I’d take a drive
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| Ended up on elm street looking for a sign
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| Of any indication she was having second thoughts
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| By leaving me laying there look at what she lost
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| Think I see a shadow, what a minute, there’s two
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| That’s a pretty good sign me and her’s through
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| Shame, shame, shame
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| Ain’t it a crying shame
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| Blame, blame, blame me for this whole dang thing
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| Thought I could take her or leave her cause she left me
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| I’m out here in misery
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| Thought I could live without her but I can’t
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| Shame
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| Shame, shame, shame
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| Ain’t it a crying shame
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| Blame, blame, blame me for this whole dang thing
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| Thought I could take her or leave her cause she left me
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| I’m out here in misery
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| Thought I could live without her but I can’t
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| Take it all back now ain’t it a crying shame |