| I got in town tonight, I wasn’t feeling right
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| Stopped in a lonely bar for a drink or two
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| The lights were turned down low and the whiskey started to flow
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| Then I saw a girl looking lonely too
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| She was a wild barroom woman
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| Looked just like the girl I used to know
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| The girl I left in Tennessee with our daughter Mary Lee
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| And on a night like this, I miss them so
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| I drank the whiskey down, moved my mind around
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| The jukebox played a song from way back home
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| She put her hand on mine, oh lord, it felt so fine
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| She said: «Hey, there ain’t no cause to drink alone»
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| She was a wild barroom woman
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| Looked just like the girl I used to know
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| The girl I left in Tennessee with our daughter Mary Lee
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| And on a night like this, I miss them so
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| And god knows I wanted more but I had felt that hand before
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| I closed my eyes and saw a memory
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| And when she said her name, I cried out loud in shame
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| She said: «Everybody calls me Mary Lee»
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| She was a wild barroom woman
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| Looked just like the girl I used to know
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| The girl I left in Tennessee with our daughter Mary Lee
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| And on a night like this, I miss them so
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| She was a wild barroom woman
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| Looked just like the girl I used to know
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| The girl I left in Tennessee with our daughter Mary Lee
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| And on a night like this, I miss them so |