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Who walked out when the times got hard
When the truck broke down in the whole front yard
It wasn't me, it wasn't you
Who shot pool all night long
Wound up bettin' on the crack of dawn
That was you darlin', and that was me
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And we are fools for each other, me and you
We are lovers, in fact, we've gone crazy out back
Like only fools for each other would do
Now who gave up when the fire burned low
Who flew south when the wind blew cold
It wasn't me, it wasn't you
Who held on when the blues came down
Who took care when the tie was bound
That was you, darlin', and that was me
Chorus
Who took off when their heart got broke
Let the whole thing go up in smoke
It wasn't me and it wasn't you, oh no
And who showed up when the time was right
Laid a little mercy on a bad ol' night
That was you, darlin', and that was me
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I beg your pardon mama what did you say
My mind was drifting on a Martinque day
It's not that I'm not interested you see
Augusta Georgia is just no place to be
Just think Jamaica in the moonlight
Sandy beaches drinking rum every night
We've got no money mama but we can go
We'll split the difference and go to Coconut grove
Just keep on talking momma I can hear
Your voice it tickles down inside of my ear
I feel a tropical vacation this year
Might be the answer to that Hillbilly beer
Oh just think Jamaica...
Voila an American dream
We can travel girl without any means
When it's as easy as closing your eyes
And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign
Just keep on talking mama I like that sound
It goes so good with that rain pouring down
I feel a tropical vacation this year
Might be the answer to that Hillbilly beer
Oh just think Jamaica...
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Cowboys and Indians and trees he could climb
Tomorrow came too fast but he didn't mind
Ah the distance was short so light it again
It don't take no time to get where I am
But one paper kid wasn't really so mean
Just a little bit scared and a little bit green
And he'd heard of a place it was legal to dream
So he sat with his coffee in a blue Texas wind
And he wrote on a rock the one paper kid is rolling again
Ah the driver was drunk or he just didn't see
The future was there it'll happen to me
And all the time that he wasted was his once again
Ah it never gets long to get where you've been
The broken hearts scattered all over the past
Old glad memories trying to last
Whiskey and women and growing up fast
Fussing and loving and itching like grass
Hell that one paper kid wasn't really so mean
Just a little bit weird cause times were so lean
Now he's gone to a place where it's legal to dream
No Camels no coffee no cold morning winds
It was wrote on a rock the one paper kid he's rolling again
Ah the one paper kid he's rolling again
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I had a friend named Bill Campbell he used to rob steal and gamble
And on the side he'd beg so he mopped up
Well I told ol' Billy shouldn't do but ol' Bill said that he knew it
So he started beggin' with a bucket instead of a cup
He's in the jailhouse now he's in the jailhouse now
Now ol' Bill fluffed his dove
When he wrote a tuxedo to the country club
He's in the jailhouse now
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Now Bill had a gal named Saddie and she said have you seen Billy lately
No I don't believe that he's about
But ol' Saddie went down to the jail she it was just to take him his mail
Then she whispered sheriff please don't let him out
He's in the jailhouse now he's in the jailhouse now
It was while ol' Bill's away
Saddie's with the sheriff everyday he's in the jailhouse now
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Well I remember the last election the prohibitionists were in action
Tryin' to elect themselves a president
Bill Canpbell and John Austin they rode from New Orleans to Boston
And they've got a bottle in every settlement
They're in the jailhouse now they're in the jailhouse now
Lord they caught them out by the railroad track
Stealin' a train to haul it back they're in the jailhouse now
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Well don't you take it too bad if you're feelin' unlovin'
If you're feelin' unfeelin' if you're feelin' alone
Don't take it too bad cause it ain't you to blame babe
Well it's some kind of game babe
Out of all of this living that we've got left to do
If you go searching for rhyme or for reason
Then you won't have the time that it takes just for talkin'
About the places you've been babe and the faces you've seen babe
How soft the time flies past your window at night
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And we just can't have that girl cause it's a sad lonesome cold world
And a man needs a woman just to stand by his side
And whisper sweet words in his ears about daydreams
And roses and playthings
And the sweetness of springtime and the sound of the rain
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