Maureen, Maureen,
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I shot a doctor last night on the airplane
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Well, they said he wouldn't hurt us
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But he got me real nervous and mean
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He was fat and he stank
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And God knows that he drank more than we do
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So I shot him in the first class
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Then I bailed out and ran home to you
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Chorus:
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But you don't believe me
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I could tell by your smile
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Honey, why don't you leave me
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Get lost for awhile, Maureen.
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Maureen, Maureen,
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There's a hole in between where we come from
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And the things that I'm thinking
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Ain't necessary the things that I say
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I may have lied to myself
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But I tried to tell God how I love you
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But even He don't answer
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His phone anymore when I pray
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Maureen, Maureen,
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I shot a doctor last night on the airplane
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Well, they said he wouldn't hurt us
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But he got me real nervous and mean
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Real nervous and mean
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Maureen Maureen
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| John Prine |
