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Well I'm back again for another night
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Of trying to break free from the sadness I can't
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lay to rest
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This old honky-tonk sure does feel like home
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And the music and the laughter seem to soothe my loneliness
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(So) Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose
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From (The/Her) memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue
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It helps me to forget her so the louder the better
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Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose
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Now if a tear should fall if I should whisper her name
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To some stranger I'm holdin' while we're dancin' to an old Buck Owen's song
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I know she won't mind she won't even know
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'Cause she'll be dancing with a memory crying teardrops
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Her own
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(So) Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose
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From (The/Her) memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue
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It helps me to forget her so the louder the better
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Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose
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(So) Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose
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From (The/Her) memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue
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It helps me to forget her so the louder the better
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Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose
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Turn It On, Turn It Up, Turn Me Loose
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| Dwight Yoakam |
