Well you can call up the sheriff and the highway patrol
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'Cause there's a fool on the road careening out of control
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Hard liquor, fast women, I just can't let 'em be.
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Lord I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy for me.
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Well I keep my motor runnin', got my beer on ice.
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Hey my idea of heaven is a pair o' dice.
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Seven come eleven, set this poor boy free.
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Lord I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy for me.
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Bright lights, Saturday night
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Well I must've had a couple I'm a feelin' alright.
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My cupcake can shimmy and shake
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And spend more money than anybody makes.
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Well gimme some more high octane juice
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You know there ain't no cure for these ol' honky tonk blues
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If they come up with something I'll build up an immunity.
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Lord I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy for me.
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Out on the town just a foolin' around
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Hey I got my mind on the lost and found.
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Step up, no need to be shy
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You know every pretty woman's got a ticket to ride.
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Well my tire's are flat and now I'm outta gas
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I always promised myself I'd let the next one pass.
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Lord I wish that a promise didn't break so easily.
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And I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy for me.
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hey I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy for me.
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Hard Livin'
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| Keith Whitley |
