Roger Creager
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Stand up straight walk tall and proud if you want the world to sing your praise.
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Don't let them see you sweat, don't let your eyes get wet, that's just the way I was raised.
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What would my mom and daddy say if they could see me now.
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You walked out and turned it all around.
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And since you've been gone, I've been drinking just a little bit more.
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My buddies clear out when I walk in through the front of that bar room door.
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They know what I want to talk about, when I pull your tear stained pictures out.
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I'm in a crying, moaning, whining, groaning, wishing you were back in these arms along again kind of feeling.
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Draw the curtains, pull down the shades and turn the TV on.
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I hate for people to see me like this, but I hate being alone.
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I'm trying a new way of getting over you.
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I wish my friends were more sympathetic when I'm feeling blue.
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And since you've been gone, I've been drinking just a little bit more.
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My buddies clear out when I walk in through the front of that bar room door.
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They know what I want to talk about, when I pull your tear stained pictures out.
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I'm in a crying, moaning, whining, groaning, wishing you were back in these arms along again kind of feeling.
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(Repeat Chorus)
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Crying, moaning, whining, groaning, wishing you were back in these arms alone again kind of feeling.
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Crying, Moaning...Kind of Feeling
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| Roger Creager |
