As past times go I guess I've seen some good
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It's not always the best ones come and stay
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There's a crowd that thinks there is one, and it should
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'Cause they always seem to spend theirs the some old way.
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And they call it winding down
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The six to ten crowd, smoky bars
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Notes on napkins and business cards
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Describe the days events and go on home.
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And it's likely they won't drown
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The price goes up and one more round
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They close up all the bars downtown
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As the singer plays one last rip roaring song.
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It seems like the same ole motions every night
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He wants to hear a golden oldie to take him back
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And I'll play out all the emotions I can't fight
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Relieve the tensions and hope they're on the right track.
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And they call it winding down
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The six to ten crowd, smoky bars
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Notes on napkins and business cards
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Describe the days events and go on home.
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And it's likely they won't drown
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The price goes up and one more round
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They close up all the bars downtown
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As the singer plays one last rip roaring song.
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Honky tonk heroes are turn the page
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And the books are closed tonight
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'Cause everybody knows you gottta leave'em up
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So they'll go home feeling right.
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You gotta leave'em up
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So they'll go home feeling right...
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Winding Down
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| Clint Black |
