| Well, he was nearly died when he returned to the town he’d come from
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| He’s brown bagging it tonight behind some tavern
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| Somebody wrecked his life, and I’ll bet you it was his darlin'
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| Somebody wrecked his life, and I’ll bet you it was his darlin'
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| So he drank like a river when the wedding bells rang
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| Watched from the steeple as the choir girls sang
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| Died in a gutter on his feet and his hands…
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| The same hands that had once touched her face
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| Well, he was nearly died when he returned to the town he’d come from
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| He’s hanging out drinking beer with his brother-in-law
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| He was a drinker at night, and in the morning he was unnerving
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| He was a drinker full time, the day that he lost his darlin'
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| So he drank like a river when the wedding bells rang
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| Watched from the steeple as the choir girls sang
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| Died in a gutter on his feet and his hands…
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| The same hands that had once touched her face
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| So he drank like a river when the wedding bells rang
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| Watched from the steeple as the choir girls sang
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| Died in a gutter on his feet and his hands…
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| The same hands that had once touched her face
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| So he drank like a river when the wedding bells rang
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| Watched from the steeple as the choir girls sang
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| Died in a gutter on his feet and his hands…
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| The same hands that had once touched her face |