I went right back home
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You would have done the same
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And never washed your hands
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If you knew they'd dig up dirt again
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It took a drought
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To wash her out
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So I was the sun
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That slapped the rain
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Until we all knew she'd go down the drain
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They're the jacks of all trades
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The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot
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They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace
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I told you so
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Uh-oh
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I got a runnin' start and
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During my second wind
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Stirred up all the dust
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With an iron fist and her hair brush
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It was the prettiest picture you ever saw
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The prettiest picture not on the wall
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I heard a voice
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Covered my eyes
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Wore a big smile when we dropped like flies
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They're the jacks of all trades
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The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot
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They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace
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I told you so
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I went right back home
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You would've done the same
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Don't dare wash your hands
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We both know they'll dig up dirt again
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I got a runnin' start
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And during my second wind had a fit
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Like the bitter son of abraham
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Hold your breath
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Did you see the light?
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Or did your cold shoulder leave us in the ice?
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They're the jacks of all trades
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The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot
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They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace
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I told you so
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Uh-oh
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Uh-Oh
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| Fair To Midland |
