| I woke up this morning with the best intentions
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| Momma called I think she knew I wouldn’t show
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| I hate for her to have to answer questions
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| 'bout how I’m doin', but I just couldn’t go
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| I don’t want 'em all to see me cry
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| I don’t want to have to lie
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| In the good lords house 'bout why
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| I’d be there alone
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| While momma’s liftin' up her prayers
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| I’m just smokin' cigarettes and drinkin'
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| Drinkin' in my sunday dress
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| I’m in no shape to be the center of attention
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| We all know how small town rumors fly
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| Can’t handle all the looks; |
| and the opinions
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| It’s hard enough right now to hold on to my pride
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| I don’t want 'em all to see me cry
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| I don’t want to have to lie
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| In the good lords house 'bout why
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| I’d be there alone
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| While momma’s liftin' up her prayers
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| I’m just smokin' cigarettes; |
| and drinkin'
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| Drinkin' in my sunday dress
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| Maybe in a week or two I’ll have the courage to face the crowd
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| Momma won’t have to dance around the truth
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| The way she’s probably doin' right now
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| I don’t want 'em all to see me cry
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| I don’t want to have to lie
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| In the good lords house 'bout why
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| I’d be there alone
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| While momma’s liftin' up those prayers
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| I’m just smokin' my cigarettes; |
| and drinkin'
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| Drinkin' in my sunday dress
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| While momma’s liftin' up those prayers
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| I’m just smokin' my cigarettes; |
| and drinkin'
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| Drinkin' in my sunday dress |