| I can go downtown and drink 'til dawn
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| I could sing those sad old country songs
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| Oh, but daylight finds me bored and blue
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| The whole damn town’s in love with you
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| Well, the neon signs light up the block
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| It’s a livin' breathin' honky tonk
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| And your hair’s wet with the morning dew
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| The whole damn town’s in love with you
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| The whole damn town’s in love with you
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| Now, all the cowboys in this bar
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| Oh, and all those fools who play guitar
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| Well, they’re well aware that we are through
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| The whole damn town’s in love with you
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| Well, the music pours out on the street
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| Just as clean and cool as a cotton sheet
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| Well, them long and lonesome fiddle blues
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| The whole damn town’s in love with you
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| The whole damn town’s in love with you
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| Well, your worn out favorite pair of jeans
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| Oh, I remember everything
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| They were things I’d grown accustomed to
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| The whole damn town’s in love with you
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| The whole damn town’s in love with you
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| Well, the whole damn town’s in love with you
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| The whole damn town’s in love with you
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| The whole damn town’s in love with you |