| Girl since you left me
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| Been tryin' to forget we
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| Ever became, what we were
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| And I poured some whiskey
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| On places you kissed me
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| Tried to wash off all the hurt
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| But ain’t nothin' workin'
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| I’ve ripped out the words in
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| A thousand old sad country songs
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| But whenever I try to move on
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| It’s like tryin' to put a bandaid on a bullet hole
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| Tryin' to tell a cowboy to slow down
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| It’s like watchin' the way that the river rows
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| And then tellin' it to turn back around
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| And I’ve had some strangers told people I hate you
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| But I just keep hittin' a wall
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| It’s like tryin' to put a bandaid on a bullet hole
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| It just don’t do me no good at all
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| If I was only
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| Heartbroken, lonely
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| I’d head on back down to the bar
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| Find me a companion
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| But you left a canyon
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| Can’t nobody fill this hole
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| And girl, it’s like tryin' to put a bandaid on a bullet hole
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| Tryin' to tell a cowboy to slow down
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| It’s like watchin' the way that the river rows
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| And then tellin' it to turn back around
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| And I’ve had some strangers told people I hate you
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| But I just keep hittin' a wall
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| It’s like tryin' to put a bandaid on a bullet hole
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| It just don’t do me no good at all
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| No damn good, damn good, damn good at all
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| And baby tell me how you did it?
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| I just gotta know
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| And tell me what’s your secret?
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| And how’d you let me go so easy?
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| 'Cause girl it’s like tryin' to put a bandaid on a bullet hole
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| Tryin' to tell a cowboy to slow down
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| It’s like watchin' the way that the river rows
|
| And then tellin' it to turn back around
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| And I’ve had some strangers told people I hate you
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| But I just keep hittin' a wall
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| It’s like tryin' to put a bandaid on a bullet hole
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| It just don’t do me no good at all
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| It’s like tryin' to put a bandaid on a bullet hole
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| It just don’t do me no good at all
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| No damn good, damn good, damn good at all |