When we punch out at four o'clock,
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Some of the boys down at the shop,
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Like to stop at Mojo's an' have a beer or two.
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They laugh an' make jokes at my expense,
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'Cause I go home instead of joinin' in,
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But I got other things I like to do, yes I do.
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Now I'm not sayin' I'm better than them,
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But where they're goin', I've already been.
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I got a good woman at home waitin' for me,
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Three little angels, cute as can be.
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A couple of dogs an' one little calico cat.
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When the thunder rolls like thunder can,
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Got a king-size bed we can all fit in,
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An' the key to happiness under my doormat:
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What's wrong with that?
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I used to drawn of bein' rich,
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While shovelling mud in a rain-soaked ditch.
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My boots had busted laces an' worn out soles.
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I used to hang out with the party crowd,
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An' drank more beer than the law allowed,
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But that feels like a whole other life ago.
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Sometimes we still live hand-to-mouth,
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But I got more blessin's than I count.
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I got a good woman at home waitin' for me,
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Three little angels, cute as can be.
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A couple of dogs an' one little calico cat.
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When the thunder rolls like thunder can,
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Got a king-size bed we can all fit in,
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An' the key to happiness under my doormat:
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What's wrong with that?
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It took some time an' a lot of pain,
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To fin'lly figure out,
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I can live without anything,
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Except what's in that house.
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I got a good woman at home waitin' for me,
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Three little angels, cute as can be.
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A couple of dogs an' one little calico cat.
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When the thunder rolls like thunder can,
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Got a king-size bed we can all fit in,
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An' the key to happiness under my doormat:
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What's wrong with that?
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(Got a good woman at home waitin' for me.)
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Yeah, yeah, what's wrong with that.
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(Three little angels, cute as can be.)
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Oh, oh, what's wrong with that?
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(What's wrong with that?)
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Someone tell me, whoo:
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Absolutely nothin'!
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What's Wrong With That
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| Lonestar |
