If his patience had it's way with that lie I caught him in,
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Would they send him back to Texas; weathered face and crooked grin.
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Where they sing, "Eeee." Oh!
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Drives up to the next seat and onto the roots.
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Drinking up the village,
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And, drinking a little more
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Eeee. Oh!
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Found you the bed with a hammer by your side.
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Sleeping out the day
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Well, it's pounding on your head.
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Where they sing, "Eeee." Oh!
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There's movement in the air
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Just above the neck.
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Bodies overturned
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And its been like this for days
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Well, they sing, "Eeee."
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Oh!
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Bring him back, motherfucker.
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Bring him back, motherfucker.
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Bring him back, motherfucker.
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To the door, motherfucker.
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Devil had its way with that lie I caught him in, would they send you back, send you back, send you back?
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The Devil
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| Portugal. The Man |
