| Half drunk in Chicago, waiting for my train to come in
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| I must have missed it five times or more
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| I was lower than I ever been
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| I climbed the hill by the racetrack
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| And watched them cars go 'round and 'round
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| Just starin' out that window, watching that world go 'round
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| I knew a guy from Houston that was a wrecking ball
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| Six by six, he was hard as nails
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| And stood about ten feet tall
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| He sobered up and moved down south
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| Found him a man and settled down
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| Just starin' out that window, watching that world go 'round
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| I been stuck 'round here for what seems like way too long
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| And I seen all them old sad faces
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| Everybody singing that same old song
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| And I don’t wanna be caught 'round here when that Judgement Day comes down
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| Just starin' out that window, watching that world go 'round
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| There was a guy in the men’s room
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| Name was Charlie Fry
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| He stumbled in throwing punches
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| And never bothered to say why
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| I ran from there just as fast as I could
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| Cus he weighed about 300 pounds
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| Just starin' out that window, watching that world go 'round
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| Yeah, I been stuck 'round here for what seems like way too long
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| And I seen all them old sad faces
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| Everybody singing that same old song
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| And I don’t wanna be caught 'round here when that Judgement Day comes down
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| Just starin' out that window, watching that world go 'round
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| I met a gal on the West Coast
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| She said she’d leave me next day
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| She stuck around for a year and a half and we were happy that way
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| She was the best damn woman that I guess that I ever found
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| Just starin' out that window, watching that world go 'round
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| Starin' out that window, watching that world go 'round, yeah, 'round
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| Just starin' out that window, watching that world go 'round |