I've learned more than I have lifted
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My heart has cheated, my love has drifted
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I've let you down a thousand different ways
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And there's been times when I have stumbled
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Hurt you pride, you cussed aloud and grumbled
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But Lord knows I'm paying now for what I've done
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(But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama
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And hurricanes in Louisiana
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Your screen door's gonna be slamming
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'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's coming home
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I know you don't feel any sorrow
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But I'd beg, I'd steal, I'd borrow
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I'd do anything to make you take me back again
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Now I couldn't count the times you saved me
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With all the good love that you gave me
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My dreaming brought you sad nights in return, and
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(But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama
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And hurricanes in Louisiana
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Your screen door's gonna be slamming
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'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's coming home
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Looking back I still remember
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That rainy old December
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When the one good thing I had I threw away
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Now I need to kiss you, I need to hold you
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In the shade of a cool magnolia
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Till the moon comes up and your shadow covers mine, and
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(But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama
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And hurricanes in Louisiana
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Your screen door's gonna be slamming
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'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's comin home
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(But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama
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And hurricanes in Louisiana
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Your screen door's gonna be slamming, yes it is
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'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's coming home
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(But) Sure as there is red dirt in Alabama
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And hurricanes in Louisiana
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I said your screen door's gonna be slamming
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Look out, by, oh
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'Cause your fav'rite worn out nightmare's comin home...
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Your Favorite Wornout Nightmare's Coming Home
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| Brenda Lee |
