| There ain’t no bar, on the edge of town
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| Ain’t no guitar, with a lonely sound
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| There ain’t no band, playin' that song
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| About some girl, that’s been gone too long
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| There ain’t no trucks in Texas
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| Ain’t no football in the south
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| Ain’t no bourbon in Kentucky
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| And I ain’t drinkin' me some now
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| Ain’t no stars in California
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| Memphis never had the blues
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| Oh, there ain’t no trucks in Texas
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| And I ain’t missin' you
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| There ain’t no phone, sittin' by my drink
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| I don’t hope it’s you, every time it rings
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| I don’t care where you are
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| I don’t wish you’d turn around that car
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| I don’t call your friends, I don’t want to know
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| I don’t regret lettin' you go
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| There ain’t no trucks in Texas
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| Ain’t no football in the south
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| Ain’t no bourbon in Kentucky
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| And I ain’t drinkin' me some now
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| Ain’t no stars in California
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| Memphis never had the blues
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| Oh, there ain’t no trucks in Texas
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| And I ain’t missin' you
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| They don’t get high in Colorado
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| Or party down in New Orleans
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| Ain’t no losers out in Vegas
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| Ain’t no Jack in Tennessee
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| I ain’t had me one too many
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| And if you believe that’s true
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| Oh, there ain’t no trucks in Texas
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| And I ain’t missin' you
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| I ain’t missin' you
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| I ain’t missin' you |