| Well a person can work up a mean, mean thirst
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| After a hard day of nothin' much at all
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| Summer’s passed, it’s too late to cut the grass
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| There ain’t much shit to rake now in the fall
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| Sometimes I just ain’t in the mood
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| To take my place in back with the loudmouths
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| Like a picture on the fridge that’s never stocked with food
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| I used to live at home, now I stay at your house
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| Everybody wants to be special here
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| They call your name out, never fear
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| Here comes a regular
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| Call out your name
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| Here comes a regular
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| Am I the only one here today?
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| Well, a drinkin' buddy bound to another town
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| Once the police made you go away
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| And even if you’re in the arms of someone’s baby now
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| I’ll drink a great big whiskey to ya anyway
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| And everybody wants to be someone’s here
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| Someone’s gonna show up, never fear
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| Here comes a regular
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| Call out your name
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| And here comes a regular
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| Am I the only one that feels ashamed?
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| First the lights, then the collar goes up, the wind begins to blow
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| You turn your back on a pay-em-back, last call
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| First the glass, then the leaves, then the snow
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| Ain’t much raking anyway in the fall
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| Here comes… |