| Where do the good ones go
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| When they don’t make it out all right?
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| I don’t know but we will follow you there
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| And we will wait in all the lines
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| And we will waste all of the time we’ve got to waste
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| Pulling ties around our necks sucking back my hair
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| Wrapping smiles around our faces I will smile for you friend
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| I’m gong to smile
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| When the fortuneteller says «You're going to bite the dust today»
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| And the weathermen and weatherwomen say «Just forget about it»
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| It’s always shining on Kentucky when you’re sad
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| But I ain’t mad about the weather
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| I just ain’t trying to feel much better about my past
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| And I was born too old to try
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| And I will die yes ma’am I’ll die too young to die
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| Mama she’ll puke and papa he’ll cry
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| And the preacher man will break his neck
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| Asking those holy jet planes why
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| And all my friends all of my friends who are around
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| Will drive their mopeds and their vans on out
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| To the prettiest part of this town
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| And cross their legs at the riverbed
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| Swig from the green and shake their heads
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| Saying cuss words at the ground
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| All sorts of lines like «Oh shit» and «Goddamn
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| There goes another one well I’ve got so much to do»
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| She shoots her trash into the tired and tepid blue
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| Tripping the boats there goes another one
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| Well I’ve got so much to do before I die |