| little boy blue, can’t blow his horn,
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| toys in the attic, are rusty and worn,
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| rainbows and moonbeams, he never did touch,
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| now what if’s and should have’s, are choking me, choking me up
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| lost in the memories, of yesterdays wine,
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| she was a jewel, i wish was still mine,
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| she gave me her heart, it wasn’t enough,
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| now what if’s and should have’s, are choking me, choking me up
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| now you might say, that i’m just crying in my beers,
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| but i ain’t crying, just shedding emotional tears
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| thinking back when, we had it all,
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| the sharing, the caring, the slips and the falls,
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| we’d count on each other, when the going got rough,
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| now what if’s and should have’s, are choking me, choking me up
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| now she has a husband, two kids and a life,
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| and i have her picture, when she was my wife,
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| when i go by her house, in my old chevy truck,
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| the what if’s and should have’s, start choking me, choking me,
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| heartaches and tear drops, are sometimes too much,
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| when what if’s and should have’s, are choking me, choking me up.
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| Writer; |
| Tommy Roe, copyright 2002, publisher Roeboat Music, LLC |