Why do you always seem to criticize me
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Seems like everything I do just turns out wrong
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Why don¡¯t you come on out and despise me
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So I could pack my bag and baby I¡¯d be gone
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Remember when you used to call me honey
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I¡¯d turn around and call you honey too
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You might think it¡¯s a joke, but it ain¡¯t funny
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To hurt someone who¡¯s so in love with you
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Chorus:
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A clown puts his makeup on upside down
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So he wears a smile even when he wears a frown
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You might think I¡¯m here when you put me down
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But actually I¡¯m on the other side of town.
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My body¡¯s in this room with you just catchin¡¯ hell
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While my soul is drinking beer down the road a spell
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You might think I¡¯m listening to your grocery list
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But I¡¯m leaning on the jukebox and I¡¯m about half...way there
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I¡¯m sittin¡¯ on a chair just behind my ear
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Playing dominoes and drinking some ice cold beer
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When you get done talking I¡¯ll come back downstairs
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And assume the body of the person you presume who cares
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Chorus
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I¡¯m Across the river on the other side of town
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In my mind I¡¯m on the other side of town
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Other Side Of Town
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| John Prine |
