| Well it sure didn’t take too long
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| I woke up one mornin', she was gone
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| And the note that she wrote didn’t say «Dear John»
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| It said, «Goodbye, sucker, I’m gone!»
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| She was a home-grown mountain girl
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| Raised in a different world
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| I was a wanna-be rocker, she was more into Merle
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| And I couldn’t see it just wouldn’t work
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| And now I’m double fisting longnecks
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| And grapefruit and Stoli
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| But I’m never gettin' over Jolie
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| Well I pulled myself in my car
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| I drove it on down to the bar
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| But they wouldn’t let me in, 'cause I ain’t a movie star
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| So I went to the Horseshoe on Lamar
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| The bouncer threw me out at two
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| And I didn’t know what to do
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| So I picked up the phone and I called guess who
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| But the call block wouldn’t let me through
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| And now I’m wishin' for some drugs
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| Or a shrink to console me
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| But I’m never gettin' over Jolie
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| Well I gathered up all of my guns
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| And a pipe bomb just for fun
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| And I drove to her house and parked on the lawn
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| She’s right, I always was a crazy one
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| Well her boyfriend was sure nice to me
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| He said, Calm down, would you like a drink?
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| And then I shot him full of holes from his nose to his knees
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| And I polished off my little sweet pea
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| And now I’m cryin' on my knees, feelin' dirty and unholy
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| But I’m never gettin' over Jolie
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| Now I’ll prob’ly get life and serve at least forty
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| But I’m never gettin' over Jolie |