| Well, he’s drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop
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| Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain’t gonna stop
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| He’s mortgaged out his blood for one more chance to breathe
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| He had the D.T.'s for breakfast, the shakes till noon
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| He picked up his bag and left the motel room
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| His head is held high but his heart is on it’s knees
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| Well, he packed his guitar and his bar-room tan
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| Gotta get some miles behind him as fast as he can
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| Another destination, some place else to play
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| Well, he left a life behind him in some old trailer park
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| They tried to make it work; |
| it was ruined from the start
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| He had to shake the rust, it became time to leave
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| It’s a honky-tonk engagement
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| But there’s no better place to play
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| His face feels like crazy pavement
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| It’s getting more lined every day
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| Well, he’s gonna write a letter and try to explain
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| She says he’s too old to have these growing pains
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| But something keeps him moving, living on through the night
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| But as the night approaches, a change is in the air
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| His heart is pumping fast, he’s got no cares
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| The music befriends him, it can take him anywhere
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| It’s a honky-tonk engagement
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| But there’s no better place to play
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| His mind feels like crazy pavement
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| He’s getting crazed out every day
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| Well, he’s drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop
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| Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain’t gonna stop
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| He’s mortgaged out his blood for one more chance to breathe
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| He had the D.T.'s for breakfast, the chills till noon
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| He picked up his bag and left the motel room
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| His head is held high but his heart is on it’s knees |