Well she puts her dancing shoes on every night
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And comes alive there in the smoke beneath the neon lights
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And she don¡¯t like those hurtin¡¯ songs
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Cause she¡¯s already lived ¡®em
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She don¡¯t get the blues, she gives ¡®em
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Well she checks her broken heart there at the door
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She ain¡¯t looking for romance, she¡¯s danced that dance before
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Well I pity the next poor fool that gets caught up in her rhythm
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Cause she don¡¯t get the blues, she gives ¡®em
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She¡¯s been on the losing end of love too many times
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And she ain¡¯t gonna go for anything you¡¯ve got in mind
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So before you start let me impart
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These few words of wisdom
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She don¡¯t get the blues, she gives ¡®em
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She¡¯s been on the losing end of love too many times
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And she ain¡¯t gonna go for anything you¡¯ve got in mind
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So before you start let me impart
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These few words of wisdom
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She don¡¯t get the blues, she gives ¡®em
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No she don¡¯t get the blues, lord she gives ¡®em
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She Don't Get The Blues
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| Alan Jackson |
