Jerry Jeff Walker
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For some kicks I went drinking, with some old hounds I ran with
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While you were away for the day
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Now the guys hadn't changed much, the scene seemed the same
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In the way that the night games are played
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Without you I'd be one of the ones who just stumble
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And grab any soft place to fall
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Where each day begins with a walk out some doorway
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With some phone numbers you'll never call
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As the evening drank on, we got more into basics
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About loves lost and friends we have known
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Well, Big John, he's bankrupt, and Old Lucky's in jail
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And Fast Eddie's still living alone
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Chorus
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Starting all over would be more than I could handle
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I don't think my lines would ring true
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Looking for love in the arms of a stranger
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Is more than I'm willing to do
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Chorus
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That night I drove home, past the houses for sale
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Their plans had all come to an end
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There's no blueprint for livin', no one has your answers
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But we're given some clues now and then
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Chorus
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Some Phone Numbers
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| Jerry Jeff Walker |
