(Mark Nessler)
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Hey once I was a honky tonkin' talk of the town
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Ridin' high in my bad Chevrolet
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I had seven pretty women Lord hanging on me
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A different one for every day
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But look at me now all my women's left town
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And a buck is getting hard to come by
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Well I must confess my life's a big mess
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I'm so low I could lay down and die
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Well you never know just how good you've got it
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Till you ain't got it no more
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You never know just how high you're flying
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Till you fall face down on the floor
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All I can do is just moan the blues
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And dream about what I had before
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Hey you never know just how good you've got it
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Till you ain't got it no more
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Here lately I've become one pool sharkin' fool
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Make my living on the buddies of mine
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I was cookin' last night when the chips were all down
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So I laid everything I had on the line
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I knew I'd regret that hundred dollar bet
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But you never learn until it's too late
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We flipped and I lost and then I paid the cost
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When the eight fell in on the break
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Well you never know just how good you've got it
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Till you ain't got it no more
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You never know just how high you're flying
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Till you fall face down on the floor
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All I can do is just moan the blues
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And dream about what I had before
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Hey you never know just how good you've got it
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Till you ain't got it no more
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No you never know just how good you've got it
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Till you ain't got it no more
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You Never Know Just How Good You've Got It
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| Tracy Byrd |
