We'll say a friend of mine, a fella I know real well,
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came to me on Friday and he had a story to tell
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I've heard it a thousand times, but this one hits close to home
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The woman who left him I've taken for my own
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Love leaves you no choice in the matter
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and there ain't a damn thing sadder than a man
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in the throes of something real
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The woman that lays down beside you,
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she can't help or hide you
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It don't matter how she wants to feel
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So I bought him a round or two and gave him a talking to
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I said, "Boy, you can't let yourself get so far"
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But you can't tell a man a thing when he's picking out diamond rings
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and you yourself don't know who you are
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Love leaves you no choice in the matter
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and there ain't a damn thing sadder than a man
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in the throes of something real
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The woman that lays down beside you,
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she can't help or hide you
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It don't matter how she wants to feel
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My hands, they used to be a young man's hands
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but I worked 'em to the bone
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When'd she even find the time to get to know another man?
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"Leave me alone," he said, "leave me alone"
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Love leaves you no choice in the matter
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and there ain't a damn thing sadder than a man
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in the throes of something real
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The woman that lays down beside you,
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she can't help or hide you
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It don't matter how she wants to feel
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No Choice In The Matter
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| Jason Isbell |
