| Chrokee sat on the same barstool
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| Everyday 'til his wife dragged him back
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| Drinking and talking about the old days
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| «They don’t make them anymore like that.»
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| I did extra work in the movies for so long
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| That starring role never camethrough…
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| Horse opera stories were my specialty
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| I remember when I met the Duke
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| Oh- it ain’t my day…
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| Oh- it ain’t my day…
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| Now I’m sixty years old
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| And I sit by the phone
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| Every night by the light of the soaps
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| I’ll bet my last dollar
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| That Jock and his sons never once
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| Burned their hands on a rope…
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| Oh- it ain’t my day…
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| Oh- it ain’t my day…
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| And I’m trying to, dying to
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| Sit back and see my old face
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| Oh- it ain’t my day…
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| Oh- it ain’t my day… |