| Maria lays in the tannin bed
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| And reads the tuesday news
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| She’s down there every week at the
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| Same time with the same ol' blues
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| She reads the funny papers
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| And then the classifieds
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| And if she ain’t too lseepy there’s the
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| Weather report on the flip side
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| And this kansas life is a hard one
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| For a girl from miami
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| You’re just staring out at the oil fields
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| And that’s all that I can see
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| Her old man’s in the same place
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| Since the company let him go
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| Just sippin the pabst blue ribbon and
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| Cussin amoco
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| Maria drives home
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| From the tannin bed
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| And the black clouds
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| Roll across the sky
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| She pulls into the trailer park, pops the
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| Trunk and calls the kids outside
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| Said there’s a twister comin
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| And you haven’t got a clue
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| I ain’t going to sit here in this double
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| Wide and wait around for you
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| Cause I’m taking the microwave oven
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| And I’m takin the color tv
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| And I’m packin up the chevy
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| With the kids and what’s left of me
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| This kansas life is a hard one
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| For a girl from miami
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| Just staring out at the oil fields |