I know I don't want her, I swear that's a fact
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But the thought of somebody else rubbing her back
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Just kills me
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Oh, it kills me
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I know she don't love me, I know she ain't home
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So why in the hell do I pick up this phone
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And call her
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Why do I call her?
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[Chorus:]
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I've dropped by her mama's stoned out of my mind
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Just to hear that it's over from her one more time
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As if I didn't see that red Chevy not slowing down
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Loaded down and rolling down our road
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Yeah, she's already left
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So why can't I leave her along
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I've wrote her letters signed I was a fool
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She wrote me back saying go find a stool
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And drink one
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Like You've always done
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So that's what I did cause that's what I do
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Backsliding, hiding away from the truth
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'Til the tears run
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Oh, here comes one
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[Chorus]
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I've dropped by her mama's stoned out of my mind
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Just to hear that it's over from her one more time
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As if I didn't see that red Chevy not slowing down
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Or turning 'round, loaded down, heading out of town
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Or rolling down our road
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She's already left
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So why can't I leave her alone
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I know I don't want her, I swear that's a fact
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But the thought of somebody else rubbing her back
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Just kills me
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Why Can't I Leave Her Alone
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| George Strait |
