| You won’t catch him paintin'
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| High dollar highlights in his hair
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| Or knockin' down walls in a mall
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| Lookin' for a hip shirt to wear
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| And he ain’t in the market
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| For a jet black on black, look at that bed
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| Or lustin' over some young brown eyed
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| Bombshell brunette
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| But every once in a while
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| After four or five days cuttin' corn in a row
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| He’ll back the tractor in the barn
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| Shut 'er down and say
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| «Time to sow some wild oats»
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| He’ll pull that car around, wife comes runnin' out
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| She slides across the seat, no place he’d rather be
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| Than right there beside her, in his mid-life Chrysler
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| He’s got buddies his age
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| In a phase tryin' to turn back time
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| They got lawyers and ladies lined up
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| To take a chunk of their back side
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| Meanwhile he and his bride
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| Of twenty five years goin' strong
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| Are busy steamin' up windows
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| Like a couple of kids doin' somethin' wrong
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| But every once in a while
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| After four or five days cuttin' corn in a row
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| He’ll back the tractor in the barn
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| Shut 'er down and say
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| «Time to sow some wild oats»
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| He’ll pull that car around, wife comes runnin' out
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| She slides across the seat, no place he’d rather be
|
| Than right there beside her, in his mid-life Chrysler
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| Every once in a while
|
| After four or five days cuttin' corn in a row
|
| He’ll back the tractor in the barn
|
| Shut 'er down and say
|
| «Time to sow some wild oats»
|
| He’ll pull that car around, wife comes runnin' out
|
| She slides across the seat, no place he’d rather be
|
| Than right there beside her, in his mid-life Chrysler
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| Got a mid-life Chrysler
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| Got her right there beside him
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| Chrysler, Chrysler |