| Well the day it ends when the sun comes up
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| And it starts when the sun goes down
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| Out on the backroads and on the back streets
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| Of every farm and factory town
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| There in the world of weekly wage
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| There’s always a place out there
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| And the names and the faces are the same everywhere
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| Well the room is full it’s a Friday night
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| We all wanna hear Louie Louie
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| Been a long hard day and a long hard life
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| And this is how we make it through it
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| It’s a blue collar place a red blooded crowd
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| Tonight everything’s all right
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| In honky tonk America
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| There’s a flashing sign on a rain soaked street
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| That lights up just about dark
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| A welcome beacon on life’s highway
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| When your weary and when you lost heart
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| Never say its loneliness
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| It’s only the drinks and the band
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| But something brings us back here again and again
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| Well the room is full it’s a Friday night
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| We all wanna hear Proud Mary
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| Been a long hard day and a long hard life
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| We all got our crosses to carry
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| It’s a blue collar place a red blooded crowd
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| Tonight everything’s all right
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| In honky tonk America
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| Well talk about freedom alright but maybe some other time
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| Tonight everyone’s feeling fine
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| Well the room is full it’s a Friday night
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| We all wanna hear Wolly Bully
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| Been a long hard day and a long hard life
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| Monday morning well all do our duty
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| It’s a blue collar place a red blooded crowd
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| Tonight everything’s all right
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| In honky tonk America
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| Honky tonk America
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| Honky tonk America
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| Honky tonk America
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| Honky tonk America |