I was getting kinda tired
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Of her endless chatter
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Nothing I could say
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Ever seemed to matter
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So I took a little drive
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Just to clear my head
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I saw a flashing neon, up ahead
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It looked like a place
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To find some satisfaction
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With a little less talk
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And a lot more action
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I paid the man at the door
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And pushed my way to the bar
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Shouted for a drink
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Over a screaming guitar
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A drunk on a stool
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Tried to mess with my head
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But I didn't even listen
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To a word he said
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I knew somewhere
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Amid all this distraction
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Was a little less talk
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And a lot more action
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A little less talk
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If you please
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A lot more loving
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Is what I need
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Let's get on down
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To the main attraction
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With a little less talk
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And a lot more action
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Well she was fighting them off
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At a corner table
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She had a longneck bottle
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She was peeling the label
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The look on her face
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It was perfectly clear
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She said - somebody please
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Get me - out of here
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The look she shot me
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Through the glass refraction
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Said a little less talk
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And a lot more action
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A little less talk
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If you please
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A lot more loving
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Is what I need
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Let's get on down
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To the main attraction
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With a little less talk
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And a lot more action
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A Little Less Talk And A Lot More Action
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| Hank Williams, Jr. |
