| Fake roses on the mantle
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| Elvis postcards on the fridge
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| Ed lays softly by the ringer
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| Baby’s sleeping in the crib
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| Old broken taped up tail light
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| On momma’s Monte Carlo
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| She don’t open all the gas bills
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| Just leaves it on the dashboard
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| It’s a low and lonesome song
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| When the wind sweeps through the pine
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| She just turns the TV on
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| Puts her mind on better times
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| Takes the long way home from work
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| Car parked on the wrong side of the bridge
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| Country gold, Saturday night, and smokes one
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| You don’t have to tell me any of this
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| It’s a low and lonesome song
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| When the wind sweeps through the pine
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| She just turns the TV on
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| Puts her mind on better times
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| It’s a low and lonesome song
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| When the wind sweeps through the pine
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| She just turns the TV on
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| Puts her mind on better times
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| Your heart is breaking
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| I hear what you’re saying
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| You don’t have to tell me anything
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| Your heart is breaking
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| I hear what you’re saying
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| You don’t have to tell me anything
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| Your heart is breaking
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| I hear what you’re saying
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| You don’t have to tell me anything
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| He won’t come around again
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| She don’t open that front door
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| She hears that low and lonesome sound
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| She don’t answer anymore |