| He wasn’t lookin' for fanfare or fame
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| But it all came around just the same.
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| He then met a girl with desire in her eye,
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| He gave her love, she took his name.
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| The times they were good, the times they were bad,
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| Most times it was just in between.
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| The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had,
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| She put on display for all to be seen.
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| Some find their solace in work or the lord,
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| She was quite content in her dream.
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| When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light,
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| He found comfort in the bottle of Ol' Jimmy Beam.
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| One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole,
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| He reached out for something to feel.
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| She offered back nothin' but lack of respect
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| So he left himself out with two barrels of steel.
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| She cried in the day, she cried in the night.
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| She cried loudest when someone was near.
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| Whether crying for him or she cried for herself,
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| The bigger the camera, the bigger the tear.
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| Most folks agree that she was living a hell
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| And publicly she showed her pain.
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| And never once was there a thought for herself,
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| And the ever-growing slices of fortune and fame.
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| Now on the coattails of a dead man she’ll ride
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| On the coattails of a dead man she’ll ride.
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| On the coattails of a dead man she’ll ride she’ll ride,
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| On the coattails of a dead man she’ll ride she’ll ride high. |