C. Mead, C. Scruggs
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You gotta four piece band and a LA tan
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You smile at me and you shake my hand
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But I got something baby that you need
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And you'll stab me in the back just to watch me bleed
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Always tellin' me about what you got
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Always buggin' me about what I'm not
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Always comin' off like some big shot
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Wasting my precious time
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No, no, no that ain't no friend of mine
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There's a man in D.C. and he speaks for me
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But all he cares about is his Texas tea
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Well I don't know what he will say
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But I'll bet money that I'm gonna pay
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No, no, no..
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I've been milked real slow so many years in a row
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I wonder when my bucket's gonna overflow
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He's giving me advice like he's my best friend
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But all he wants from me is a billboard grin
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No, no, no
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No Friend Of Mine
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| BR5-49 |
