Tom:
Introdução:
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Well I guess I over did it
Why can't I learn to quit it
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I heard them stories &lsquo bout my grandpappy
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Getting down and rolling till dawn
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Way down in Alabama just south of Tallahatta
The fellas hate to hear my name
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Cause all their pretty girlfriends
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Shun them Lord and leave me to blame
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Well it's a mean scene man you never seen nothing
Like it and I ain't the kind to stretch out the truth
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Every time I head south son
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I always come back missing a tooth
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Hey if work won't pay the first dime
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Might as well sell a hook line
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Y'all it ain't my fault I'm just
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A sucker for a good time
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She was dressed in Dolce Vita
Alone sippin&rsquo tequilla
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A Eufaula temptress and
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Soon to be my company girl
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Well the band was slowly swinging when Jessica
Came to me asked, "when you think you gonna
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In her eyes I sensed madness and
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whispered&ldquo Honey here's your last chance&rdquo
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She was a lap cat man I never had nothing like her
And I ain't the kind to scratch out a lie
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While she was getting even
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I was getting close to goodbye
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Hey if work won&rsquo t pay the first dime
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Might as well sell a hook line
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Y&rsquo all it ain&rsquo t my fault I&rsquo m just
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A sucker for a good time
Solo 4X
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I was on my way out the back when something
Caught me like a stack of cinder blocks 'cross the jaw
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Overhead was a jealous red
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Corn-fed and ready to brawl
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When I finally found my feet
I turned to him the other cheek said
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But just know I didn't know she had herself
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A sho&lsquo nuff one and only
A man won't go where he ain't wanted bro
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Hey if work won&rsquo t pay the first dime
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Might as well sell a hook line
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Y&rsquo all it ain&rsquo t my fault I&rsquo m just
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A sucker for a good time
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Hey if work won&rsquo t pay the first dime
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Might as well sell a hook line
B D
Y&rsquo all it ain&rsquo t my fault I&rsquo m just
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A sucker for a good time