| Pouring rain, cracked front window
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| I turned off my radio and reached for my boot
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| For my favorite sterling horseshoe flask
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| To take a drink of what it holds
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| She was looking at her feet
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| When i saw her on the street
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| She was holding tight to someone else’s hand
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| So I kept on rolling and now here I am
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| And I’m gonna sing 'til I stop crying
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| The earth is slow out west of llano
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| Better pull this car of mine off-road awhile
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| And reached to the back for my daddy’s old martin
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| Hold it oh so close to me
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| I’d sing me some Jones or sad Newberry song
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| I’m Gonna Sing 'til I stop crying
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| Pull out my smokes, I pull out my Zippo
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| And fire it up cause there’s nothing left to do
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| Well, the morning sun its a coming on
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| Guess its safe to say that I won’t make work today
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| But a Roger Miller song sure sounds fine to me
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| I’m gonna sing 'til I stop crying
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| I’m gonna sing 'til I stop crying
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| Conway run to FIND Miss Tammy
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| Willie would you CALL Miss Emmy Lou
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| Cause I’m gonna sing 'til I stop crying
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| I’m gonna sing 'til I stop crying |