Fire one up and you toss one down
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Everybody knows you been downtown
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Been downtown late last night
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Busted your head in a barroom fight
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Fightin¡¯ with your brother fightin¡¯ with your wife
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Seems you been fightin¡¯ every day of your life
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Can¡¯t stand still, still can¡¯t run
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You put it all together but it came undone
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Your soul is junk, your brain is dust
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All your memories are eaten up with rust
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Your nightmares real, dreams too stark
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You love the night but you hate the dark
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Your mother your daddy little sister too
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Told you a secret they were countin¡¯ on you
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You were dying to tell but your dad said son
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Button your lip but it come undone
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So they turned you out when you turned them in
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They told you don¡¯t come back again
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Now the years stack up like old beer cans
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Dead end jobs payment plans
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Broke down trucks welfare checks
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Child support and back-seat sex
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You¡¯d kill yourself but you hocked your gun
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You built a noose but it come undone
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So you¡¯re livin¡¯ in a shack bu you wanna be rich
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And you would if it wasn¡¯t for the sonovabitch
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The sonovabitch the dirty old whore
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The butcher the baker the grocery store
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You hate them they hate you
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What in the world are you gonna do
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It ain¡¯t your fault but they need someone
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To blame it on when they come undone
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Now the storm¡¯s comin¡¯ in the sky¡¯s turned black
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It¡¯s too late now you can¡¯t turn back
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Lightnin¡¯ strikes on the telephone wire
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You¡¯re drunk as a skunk your shack¡¯s on fire
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The wife took the baby and the other two kids
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The dogs are a-howlin¡¯ and the chickens are dead
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It¡¯s your last night out and you¡¯re gonna have fun
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They¡¯ll read it in the papers when you come undone
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Undone
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| Robert Earl Keen |