| You were cryin' in your pretzels when I met you
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| You were washing
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| All the salt away from the dough
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| You were cryin' in your pretzels
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| And I’ll never forget you
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| But, baby, just why, I’ll ever know
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| Cryin' in your pretzels
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| Cryin' in your beer
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| Cryin' on the table
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| That’s where I found you dear
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| Yes, my sweet I came into that bar
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| It was in Mississippi
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| There you were, sitting in the corner
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| Crying in your pretzels
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| You’d already sogged up
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| A whole plate of potato chips
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| But the management didn’t mind
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| Because you were a regular customer
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| And I saw you sittin' there and I said
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| «That person needs a friend
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| And I’m gonna be a friend
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| Ain’t nobody deserves to cry in his pretzels
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| All night and wash away the salt.»
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| So I kinda sided up to you and I said
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| «What can I do for you? |
| How can I help you?
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| What can I do to ease the pain?»
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| Well, you were cryin' in your pretzels
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| Oh, you were cryin' in your beer
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| Yes, that was the night I meet you
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| And I’ll always hold you near |