| Well I’ve seen some pretty bad brawls, blacked eyes and broken jaws.
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| If you talk loud around here, well you better be tough like an old ford truck.
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| Now a good clean fight for me is just fine, but when somebody pulls something
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| From his belt line, things go from bad to worse, when a gun gets drawn.
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| Well I had a good time, but I think I’m about to ease along.
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| Cause a pistol ain’t suppost to mix with a gut full of alcohol.
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| That old right hand will go to shaking wanting to kill my own.
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| So keep the tip, I’m about to split for somebody starts a brawl.
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| Hey i had a good time but i think I’m about to ease along.
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| Think I’m about to ease along, think I’m about to ease along.
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| Now I’ve been coming to this old honkytonk for awhile
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| Country boys talking noise just to make them girls smile.
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| We relax kick back and maybe have a few shots.
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| Playing the country juke box weither you like it or not
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| There ain’t a damn thing wrong with friends and eight ball fool.
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| Till this stranger in the corner started acting a fool.
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| The little city slicker couldn’t handle his liqure
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| Started talking about the country folks, so ya’ll go figure
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| I mean it happend all so fast he couldn’t figure it out
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| He couldn’t get the taste of Georgia boot up out his mouth.
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| The little sissy in a cowboy hat, that ain’t real you ask what happend
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| Now he’s sleepin on the honky tonk floor
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| Somebody better get him cause he don’t belong
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| And I ain’t going back to jail so I’m goin' to ease along
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| Cause a pistol ain’t suppost to mix with a gut full of alcohol.
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| That old right hand will go to shaking wanting to kill my own
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| So you keep the tip cause I’m about to split for somebody starts a brawl
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| Hey I had a good time but I think I’m about to ease along.
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| Think I’m about to ease along, think I’m about to ease along. |