| Her Father was a failure
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| Her Mother was a comfort
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| To a doctor and lawyer and Indian Chief.
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| The shirt ran out of buttons
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| He lost all his marbles at a baseball game
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| And they went on Relief.
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| The bank took away their diplomas
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| They locked them up inside of the chest
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| And she moved away to Oklahoma
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| And got a tattoo on the side of her breast
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| «God-Damn, My socks are still hard»
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| From lying on the sofa on the night she was over in my backyard
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| Yeah, We was shooting the breeze out amongst the trees
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| When a shot rang low
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| And left her standing down by the side of the road
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| Down by the side of the road
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| Father have mercy, Whoo Whoo
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| Get her a nurse please
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| She’s almost alone
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| I saw her hand reaching out for the telephone
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| We rather see her locked up inside a home
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| Than see her standing down by the side of the road
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| Down by the side of the road
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| Headlights flashing on her skirt in the wind.
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| Yonder comes a truck it drove by two men.
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| Shotgun man leaned out and said do you want to take a ride?
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| Out in the pale moonlight Light light Light Lie Lie Lie lie
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| Too long in the hot sun
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| She could’ve be Miss Wisconsin a long time ago
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| Spent to much time inside of the early show
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| We’d bought her a ticket but she didn’t want to go
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| She was standing down by the side of the road
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| Down by the side of the road
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| Headlights flashing, caught a skirt in the wind.
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| Yonder comes a truck it drove by two men.
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| Shotgun man leaned out and said do you want to take a ride?
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| Out in through the pale moonlight
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| Her Father was a failure
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| Her Mother was a comfort
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| To a doctor and lawyer and Indian Chief.
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| The shirt made out of buttons
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| He lost all his marbles at a baseball game
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| And they went on Relief.
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| The bank took away their diplomas
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| They locked them up inside of the chest
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| And she moved away to Oklahoma
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| And got a tattoo on the side of her breast
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| God-Damn, My thoughts are still hard.
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| From lying on the sofa on the night she was over in my backyard
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| Yeah, We was shooting the breeze out amongst the trees
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| When a shot rang low
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| And left her standing down by the side of the road
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| Down by the side of the road
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| Down by the side of the road
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| Down by the side of the road |