| Break them!
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| Get down, y’all!
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| Y’all come back now ya hear? |
| Alright
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| Okay that the way they talk?
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| Bye Chester!
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| Take that hairy hippie out of the dressing room!
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| Scoop that muck off your boots
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| Before you come in the house, son
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| Okay
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| Your mouth’s full now?
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| Right, we' ll begin, ok…
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| One two three four!
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| Well, my baby
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| Sure got me lovesick
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| That I guess it’s plain to see
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| She sure knows her way around
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| 'Cause her daddy owns the whole damn town
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| And he don’t give a damn for me
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| Well, my baby’s
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| Alway’s got an answer
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| Every time she can’t be found
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| Well, she’ll be stepping out around
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| And she calls up
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| And she says she’s mine
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| And I am crazy one more time
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| I' m gonna write myself a letter
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| I’m gonna send it in the mail
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| I’ve got to sort me out
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| 'Cause if I don’t somehow
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| I' ll never be the same again
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| Woo hah!
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| I' m gonna write myself a letter
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| I’m gonna send it through the mail
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| I’ve got to sort me out
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| 'Cause if I don’t somehow
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| I' ll never be the same again
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| Well, my baby
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| Sure stays out late nights
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| Till it begins to tire me down
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| Well if I live in gold
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| Well, I don’t feel better anyway
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| And I drive back to town
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| There' s a red light on the wall
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| And that means you' re coming home |