| She asked me to dance and then she paused
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| She was a neighborhood local at her local bar
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| With shoulder length brown hair and an accent I found fairly rare
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| One part country one part urban thug total fox
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| I was out of my element
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| New to the neighborhood and clearly lacking friends
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| Just adding to the mess of white ball caps and red keg cups
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| Dropping home values and raising rent
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| After the pause things became confusing
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| She asked «Are you a real man or a college student?»
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| I did not know what to say I’d started school that very day
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| Which is nothing but a big business I suppose
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| She turned and walked away without a second thought
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| I should have listened to my dad when he said «Work with your hands not your
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| head
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| And your billfold will stay full and you won’t be paying out debt»
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| So men the purpose of this song
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| Is to go ahead and pass my father’s wisdom on
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| Go on and callous up those hands learn some knots and turn a wrench
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| Cause in four years there won’t be any jobs left anyway
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| If I’d taken my old man’s advice
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| I might be laid up in the bed beside that fox tonight
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| Instead my mouth tastes like jello shooters and I’m lurking her on this darn
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| computer
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| Man that’s all I got good night |