| Low down leaving sun,
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| I’ve done did everything that needs done
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| Woe is me, why can’t i see
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| I best be leaving well enough alone
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| Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights
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| Them keep a-haunting me in memories
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| There’s one in every crowd
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| for crying out loud
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| Why was it always turning out be me
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| Where does it go, the good Lord only knows
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| It seems like it was just the other day
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| I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables
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| And generally blowing all my hard earned pay
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| Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes
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| There weren’t another other way to be
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| For loveable losers, no account boozers
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| And honky tonk heroes like me
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| Where does it go, the good Lord only knows
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| It seems like it was just the other day
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| I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables
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| And generally blowing all my hard earned pay
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| Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes
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| There weren’t another other way to be
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| For loveable losers, no account boozers
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| And honky tonk heroes like me
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| Where does it go, the good Lord only knows
|
| It seems like it was just the other day
|
| I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables
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| And generally blowing all my hard earned pay
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| Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes
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| There weren’t another other way to be
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| For loveable losers, no account boozers
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| And honky tonk heroes like me |