I woke up this morning, I got booze on my breath
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And around my brain from the night before
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There's a cigarette burned out upon the table
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And a glass smashed out on the floor
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Well I must have had a good time
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Late last night
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When I woke up this morning
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I couldn't face the daylight
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Go and tell the country boys that I'm leaving
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Getting out, getting back to the Country!
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Who's that fella sleeping
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He's in my favourite chair? It's for sure
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I never have seen him before.
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Well where's my lady?
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And who was that who just went sliding
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Out the back door?
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Chorus
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Last night this joint was jumping
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That girl, man she was really something
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When she began to call me honey
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So naturally I spent all my money
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But I'm going back to the country
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These city ways ain't for me no more
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And that's for sure.
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I'll grow my beans and potatoes
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And you don't have to bar no windows
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And lock up no doors.
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Chorus
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Country Boys
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| Ralph McTell |
