| You wouldn’t read my letter if I wrote you
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| You asked me not to call you on the phone
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| But there’s something I’m wanting to tell you
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| So I wrote it in the words of this song
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| I didn’t know God made honky tonk angels
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| I might have known you’d never make a wife
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| You gave up the only one that ever loved you
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| And went back to the wild side of life…
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| As I sit here tonight the jukebox’s playin'
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| A song about the wild side of life
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| As I listen to the words you’ve been sayin'
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| It brings mem’ries when I was a trusting wife
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| It wasn’t God who made honky tonk angels
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| As you say in the words of your song
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| Too many times married men think they’re single
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| And it taunts a million poor girls to go wrong
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| It wasn’t God who made honky tonk angels
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| I might have known you’d never make a wife
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| Too many times married men think they’re single
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| And go back to the wild side of life |