| Well, he stumbled out
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| The tall man from Oklahoma
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| Yes, he had his doubts
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| Whether he should drive or try to spend the night
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| In the back of his car
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| Well he didn’t get far
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| He blacked out in the yard
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| He woke up in the grass
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| Underneath the stars
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| Like a knife in the head
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| He thought that he was sober enough for this
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| He called his dad and told him what he thought of him
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| «Well Dad, these shoes I fill
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| Well, they’re all covered in shit
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| You took the goodness in my life and then you buried it»
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| He didn’t get a reply
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| The landline clicked and then he started to cry
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| The same old dad back in '98
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| When he had run away
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| For about a month or so
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| Hitchhiked to San Antonio
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| His daddy didn’t notice
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| That he ran away
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| About a minute went by
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| The Maglite beamed directly to his eyes
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| The gated community of his father’s estate
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| They pushed him in the wind
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| And behind the wheel
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| What did the neighbors think?
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| Hell, Andy and June have got a drunk for a son
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| As he swerved down the road
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| He said life is like a mirror, yes, it’s getting old
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| I recognize that man from my younger years
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| The one who thought he could change
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| White knuckle promises broken
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| And the drink had stayed the same
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| But I know I can change, yes I know I can change
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| I know I can change, yes I know I can change
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| I know I can change, yes I know I can change
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| Well, I know I can change, yes I know I can change |