| We got old time bars
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| Still standing on downtown city streets
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| Old ladies serving drinks inside
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| With no color in their cheeks
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| Listening to a Haggard song
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| You can put your old blue collar on
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| Old Milwaukee on Christmas Eve
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| It’s hard to believe
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| Street girls hop from foot to foot
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| Trying to keep warm
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| Trying to pay down a few bills
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| Before the next big storm
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| On a corner, trembling in the wind
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| Amazed at the mess they’re in
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| Wipin' their noses on their sleeve
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| It’s hard to believe
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| I swore I’d leave the day they knocked
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| That old smokestack down
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| But there’s a guy I need to talk to
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| Before I quit this town
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| Drivin' past the prison yard
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| Still got my old Teamsters card
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| Still waitin' on my reprieve
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| It’s hard to believe
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| When I looked into her smiling eyes
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| I saw dreams so fine
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| Like the Spirit of Chicago
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| On a lonesome old railroad line
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| I would have gone with her that day
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| I just watched her as she drove away
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| I guess one of us had to leave
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| It’s hard to believe
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| Here comes another
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| Blown up kid from over there
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| Making the whole world
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| Safe for the millionaires
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| The same old swindle hides
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| Behind a fresh new coat of lies
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| It’s no time to be naive
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| It’s hard to believe
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| We got old time bars
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| Still standing on downtown city streets
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| Old ladies serving drinks inside
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| With no color in their cheeks
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| Listening to a Haggard song
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| You can put your old blue collar on
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| It’s another New Years Eve
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| It’s hard to believe |