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Introdução:
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Honey, don't you be yelling at me
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when I'm cleaning my gun
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I'll wash the blood off the tailgate
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when deer season's done
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We got one more weekend to go
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And I'd like to kill one more doe
Instrumental
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verse 2
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So I'll shovel the sidewalk again
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'cause you're still in a stew
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I bet the bridge tender's widow won't mind
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that I can't please you
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She's sure got the run of the men
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Out here where the pickin's are thin
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and there's not much to do
Instrumental
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Bridge
Bm
I woke up last night in the grip of a fright
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scared to breathe for I might make a noise
Bm
This life that we craved so little we saved
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between the grandparents graves and the grandchildren's toys
verse 3
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We grew up hard and our children
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don't know what that means
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We turned into our parents before
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we were out of our teens
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Through a series of Chevys and Fords
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The occasional spin round the floor
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at the Copper Canteen
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verse 4
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Now the big boxes out on the bypass
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are shaving us thin
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I guess we'll hold on a couple more years
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'til the pension kicks in
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Then we'll sell all the stock in the store
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Leave only the lock on the door
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And wonder what then
Instrumental
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Bridge
Bm
When I wake up at night in the grip of a fright
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and you hold me so tight to your chest
Bm
Then your breath on my skin still pulls me back in
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'til I'm weightless and then I can rest
Verse 5
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So if Monsignor should pull you aside
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as you're leaving the church
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And I'm out on the ice, dropping lines
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for the walleye and perch
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Tell him it's not your job to bring me to the fold
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And I'd rather stand out in the cold
Verse 6
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And honey I know that the woodpile's low
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and you can't close the flue
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So I'll split up a couple more cords
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'fore the winter time's through
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Hold on to your rosary beads
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Leave me to my mischievous deeds
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like we always do
Outro
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