Just a one pump fil-in station
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Lord and one old general store
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I found her in that wide spot in the road
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And the brightest lights she'd ever seen
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Were the headlights on my pickup
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Till she saw the lights behind those swinging doors
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And everywhere she goes
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She leaves the jukebox smoking
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Everywhere she's been
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There's ashes on the ground
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I see the glow in the sky
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Through the teardrops in my eyes
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My old flame's out burning
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Another honky tonk down
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So country, young and pretty
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She's never been no where before
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And I lost her behind those swinging doors
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Now it's just me and my old pickup
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Making every joint in town
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Cuz tonight she's out somewhere to burn one down
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And everywhere she goes
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She leaves the jukebox smoking
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Everywhere she's been
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There's ashes on the ground
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I see the glow in the sky
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Through the teardrops in my eyes
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My old flame's out burning
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Another honky tonk down
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My old flame's out burning
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Another honky tonk down
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My Old Flame Is Burnin' Another Honky Tonk Down
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| George Strait |
