Going from town to town and knocking door to door
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Writin' songs on napkins to keep from gettin' bored
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Starving for some work and a little bite to eat
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Countin' last night's money and wonderin' where we'd sleep
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Wonderin' what she's doin' since the last time that I called
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Cause she's alone in Virginia and I'm in Arkansas
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Lord knows I love my music and she knows I love her too
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She's a better man than I am to let me do the things I do
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We like to pick and sing and it's not a nine to five
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It may not be a real job but it keeps our dream alive
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We've sung for more than many and sometimes quite a few
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Either way it doesn't matter it's what we love to do
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[ fiddle ]
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Each night is somethin' different cause we're learning more each day
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We know now how the cards are dealt and we know now how to play
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After weeks the days seem longer but at home not long at all
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The sun shines warm at our house but out here it feels like fall
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[ fiddle ]
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Backstage we say a small prayer then do what we do best
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The band begins our music and we'll do all the rest
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The ride home will be the long one as soon as the show is through
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I know she'll be up waiting it's what we love to do
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We like to pick and sing...
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We like to pick and sing...
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What We Love To Do
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| The Statler Brothers |
