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Hard-Core Troubadour
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(Steve Earle)
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Girl, don't bother to lock your door
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He's out there hollering, "Darlin' don't you love me no more?"
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You always let him in before now didn't you
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He's just singing the some old song
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That he always sang before
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He's the last of the hard-core troubadours
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Girl, better figure out which is which
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Wherefore art thou Romeo you son of a bitch
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You'd just as soon fight as switch now wouldn't you
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He's come to make love on your satin sheets
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Wake up on your living room floor
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He's the last of the hard-core troubadours
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He's the lost of the all-night, do right
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Stand beneath your window 'til daylight
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He's the last of the hard-core troubadours
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Baby, whet you waitin' for
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Girl, figure out what you're gonna do
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When he moves on again and he leaves you alone and blue
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But you knew he is just passin' through now didn't you
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And now you can't just say this is the last time baby
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Like you always did before
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He's the last of the hard-core troubadours
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Hard-Core Troubadour
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| Steve Earle |
