I'm down to one key in my pocket*
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The bus station locker downtown,
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The soles of my shoes ,
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Are as thin as my wallet,
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I been sleeping close to the ground
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But buried up here in my memory,
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Is a head full of living room hits,
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I wrote about Thelma when we were an item,
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And I was worth more than two bits,
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So I'll sing you a song about Thelma,
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If you have a quarter to spare,
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If you had the time or a bottle of wine,
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That you'd be willing to share,
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And later I'll show you a picture,
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Of Thelma when she's in her prime,
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If you want to see mr I've got the key,
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And the bus station locker take dimes,
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I had me a band in the 60's,
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"ladies Texas outlaw,"
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Thelma could sing so we moved nashville,
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And in '68, she got hot,
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A high flyin' record producer,
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Told Thelma he'd make her a star,
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He wined her and dined her and stole her away
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And left me with my old guitar,
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She died last year on my birthday,
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The day that I turned 65,
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Most have forgotten including her fans,
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But I'm keeping her memory alive,
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'cuz I've got this key in my pocket,
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I've had since '72,
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I've built her a shrine in that locker downtown,
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And I think she'd be pleased if she knew
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So I'll sing you a song about Thelma,
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If you have a quarter to spare,
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If you have the time or a bottle of wine,
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And you'd be willing to share,
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Later I'll show you a picture,
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Of Thelma when she's in her prime,
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If you wanna see mr I've got the key,
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And the bus station locker takes dimes
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If you wanna see mr I've got the key
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And the bus station locker takes dimes
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Thelma
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| Reckless Kelly |
