| With blood shot eyes
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| And bleedin' hands
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| I put my new suit
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| In the cleaners again
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| Took the first buss
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| I didn’t look back
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| Lungs long blowin'
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| Like a smoke stack
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| Hair fallin' out
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| As the wind blows through it
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| My horse ran second
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| Just like I knew it would
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| Overflowin' ashtray
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| Yay
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| And the Officer said
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| Better get a lawyer son
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| Better get a real good one
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| Get yourself a suit and tie
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| Get your hair cut way up high
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| Get yourself a lawyer son
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| Better get a real good one
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| I got legs I can walk
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| All the way down the dirt track
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| I fell Down
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| I got up
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| I turned around then
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| I walked back
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| I walked to the sea
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| I stood there, looked for a sign
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| It took time
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| But it came
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| I added up and took
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| What was mine
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| Better get a lawyer son
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| Better get a real good one
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| Don’t drop the soap
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| Don’t smoke no dope
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| Get yourself a lawyer son
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| Your gonna need a good one
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| To getcha outa this one |