The record players scratchin out an old and dusty tune
On the front porch, on a sunday, on a larky afternoon
We're lyin round like gypsies, a-thinkin bout goin to town
And jimmy's drinkin whiskey straight lyin inb the shade
Trouble in mind, id never lose that time
Livin for the best, leavin all the rest behind
Now them boys from morgan county theyre a-comin out tonight
Repeat chorus
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