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Show me a bar with a good looking woman
Then just get out of my way
Turn on the jukebox, I'll show you a song you should play
Sooner or later a few shots of Bourbon
And I'll think of somethin' to say
Whoa, I can take her or leave her
I'd like to take her away
Liquor and music, a good combination
If you've got love on the brain
I never knew two women who acted the same
Some want a drink first, and some want to just sit and talk
Whoa, oh, it's two in the mornin'
I'm running' and she wants to walk
Something's got a hold on me
It's cheap but it ain't free
Love or somethin' like it's got a hold on me
That's when I asked her, my place or your place
I hope I'm not out of line
I asked the wrong thing, but just the right woman this time
She knew a hotel, she even had a name we could sign
Whoa, oh, the cheaper the grapes are, the sweeter the taste of the wine
Something's got a hold on me
It's cheap but it ain't free
Love or somethin' like it's got a hold on me
Something's got a hold on me
It's cheap but it ain't free
Love or somethin' like it's got a hold on me
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As I'm walkin' behind this plow
I keep turnin' over memories
Buried treasure of a past once filled with you
This old ground I know it's mine
And I've worked it so many times
And the rain it's been praying for
Is falling from my eyes
Waiting for the settin' sun
When a hard day's work is done
We'd sit down and rock the baby
And plan our dreams
But you turned it all around
With this other man you found
And you never thought I'd figure out your scheme
And there's buried treasure
Hidden in the ground
Precious memories of a love
That lived and died
You couldn't be the simple wife
You had to lead the cheatin' life
And you led me down a road I hate to ride
Now the neighbors they all knew
They had seen him leave with you
But what they didn't see
Was I followed close behind
And the next day's paper read
That a man had been found dead
And the lady he'd been seen with
That can't find
And there's buried treasure
Hidden in the ground
Precious memories of a love
That lived and died
You couldn't be the simple wife
You had to lead the cheatin' life
And you led me down a road I hate to ride
As I'm walkin' behind this plow
I keep turning over memories
Buried treasure of a past once filled with you
This old ground I know it's mine
And I've worked it so many times
And the rain it's been praying for
Is falling from my eyes
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As I drive toward home I picture Momma waiting
She'll be glad to see her big time boy come home
She gets little in return for all she's given
And I'm all she's got to love since Daddy's gone.
Now I'm forty miles away and I'm still wonderin'
Why I ever told her I was doing well
When I first went wrong I should have turned to Momma
But it's hard to get back up once you have fell.
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It's the last time I'll see flowers in the morning
It's the last time I'll hear robins in the spring
It's the last time I'll feel Momma's arms around me
It's the last chance here on earth I'll have to sing.
As I drive away behind me Momma's waving
To a son who's all she'd ever hoped he'd be
Now she says her final prayers, 'Go, meet Daddy'
And I'm glad she's only seen one side of me.
Today makes thirteen years in Coleman's Federal Prison
And tonight I'll walk these last few steps alone
But I can't help think that somewhere Momma's waiting
When someday she'll see her big time boy come home.
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It's the last time I'll see flowers in the morning
It's the last time I'll hear robins in the spring
It's the last time I'll feel Momma's arms around me
It's the last chance here on earth I'll have to sing...
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Starting again
Pretending again
I think we both know this is the end
We can try it again
But we better face it
Losing again
I know we both thought this time we'd win
But you can't take thing and just erase it.
Could it be we talked too long
Maybe we should start off being friends
And try it again.
Could it be we both were wrong
Maybe we should sing our song again
And rewrite the end, start it again.
Start it again
Not looking for love, needing a friend
And knowing inside it's gonna be better
Laughing again
And thinking how wrong we were back then
We're happy again and this is forever.
Now we know we both were wrong
Aren't you g lad we sang our song again
To rewrite the end and start it again.
We start love, love, love
Start it again.
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