Her Father was a failure
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Her Mother was a comfort
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To a doctor and lawyer and Indian Chief.
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The shirt ran out of buttons
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He lost all his marbles at a baseball game
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And they went on Relief.
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The bank took away their diplomas
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They locked them up inside of the chest
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And she moved away to Oklahoma
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And got a tattoo on the side of her breast
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"God-Damn, My socks are still hard"
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From lying on the sofa on the night she was over in my backyard
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Yeah, We was shooting the breeze out amongst the trees
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When a shot rang low
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And left her standing down by the side of the road
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Down by the side of the road
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Father have mercy, Whoo Whoo
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Get her a nurse please
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She's almost alone
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I saw her hand reaching out for the telephone
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We rather see her locked up inside a home
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Than see her standing down by the side of the road
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Down by the side of the road
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Headlights flashing on her skirt in the wind.
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Yonder comes a truck it drove by two men.
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Shotgun man leaned out and said do you want to take a ride?
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Out in the pale moonlight Light light Light Lie Lie Lie lie
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Too long in the hot sun
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She could've be Miss Wisconsin a long time ago
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Spent to much time inside of the early show
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We'd bought her a ticket but she didn't want to go
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She was standing down by the side of the road
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Down by the side of the road
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Headlights flashing, caught a skirt in the wind.
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Yonder comes a truck it drove by two men.
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Shotgun man leaned out and said do you want to take a ride?
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Out in through the pale moonlight
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Her Father was a failure
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Her Mother was a comfort
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To a doctor and lawyer and Indian Chief.
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The shirt made out of buttons
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He lost all his marbles at a baseball game
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And they went on Relief.
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The bank took away their diplomas
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They locked them up inside of the chest
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And she moved away to Oklahoma
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And got a tattoo on the side of her breast
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God-Damn, My thoughts are still hard.
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From lying on the sofa on the night she was over in my backyard
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Yeah, We was shooting the breeze out amongst the trees
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When a shot rang low
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And left her standing down by the side of the road
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Down by the side of the road
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Down by the side of the road
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Down by the side of the road
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Down By The Side Of The Road
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| John Prine |
