Four in the afternoon I should be up and gone soon.
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This is the shirt that I'm wearing out.
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Torn at the elbow from too much football
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and one size too small all around.
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Stretched shoulder to shoulder,
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a stretch from soda to soda.
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And I slept to the radio over the wind in the morning.
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I'm turned like an elbow;
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a slumber after parting.
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Red faced from too much sun in too many summers.
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And your state fair mirror of John Taylor saw the whole thing.
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The Heart of a Broken Story
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| The Promise Ring |
