PRACTICE LIFE
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She said she didn't love him,
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And maybe she never really did
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She could move back to her mommas
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And they could split time with the kids
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She just noticed, her first touch of grey
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She don't want to wait, not one more day
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This ain't no practice life
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We only get one shot
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And our love ain't through, hey
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It's all we've got
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And nobody goes around twice,
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'cause this ain't no practice life
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There's sixty hours on his time card,
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And it's only Thursday night
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His kids are growin' up without him,
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And he's about to lose his wife
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So he puts down the papers, and he picks up the 'phone
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He says: "Son, tell your Momma: I'm a'comin' home"
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It ain't no practice life
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We only get one shot
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And our love ain't through, hey
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It's all we've got
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And nobody goes around twice,
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'cause this ain't no practice life
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So much to do, with so little time
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That clock on the wall's gonna rob us half-blind
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It ain't no practice life
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We only get one shot
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And our love ain't through, hey
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It's all we've got
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And nobody goes around twice,
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'cause this ain't no practice life
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It ain't no practice life
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We only get one shot
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And our love ain't through, hey
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It's all we've got
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And nobody goes around twice,
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'cause this ain't no practice life
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This ain't no practice life
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Yeah, it ain't no practice life
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Practice Life
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Andy Griggs |