You won't catch him paintin'
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High dollar highlights in his hair
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Or knockin' down walls in a mall
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Lookin' for a hip shirt to wear
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And he ain't in the market
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For a jet black on black, look at that bed
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Or lustin' over some young brown eyed
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Bombshell brunette
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But every once in a while
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After four or five days cuttin' corn in a row
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He'll back the tractor in the barn
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Shut 'er down and say
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"Time to sow some wild oats"
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He'll pull that car around, wife comes runnin' out
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She slides across the seat, no place he'd rather be
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Than right there beside her, in his mid-life Chrysler
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He's got buddies his age
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In a phase tryin' to turn back time
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They got lawyers and ladies lined up
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To take a chunk of their back side
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Meanwhile he and his bride
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Of twenty five years goin' strong
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Are busy steamin' up windows
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Like a couple of kids doin' somethin' wrong
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But every once in a while
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After four or five days cuttin' corn in a row
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He'll back the tractor in the barn
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Shut 'er down and say
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"Time to sow some wild oats"
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He'll pull that car around, wife comes runnin' out
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She slides across the seat, no place he'd rather be
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Than right there beside her, in his mid-life Chrysler
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Every once in a while
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After four or five days cuttin' corn in a row
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He'll back the tractor in the barn
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Shut 'er down and say
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"Time to sow some wild oats"
|
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He'll pull that car around, wife comes runnin' out
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She slides across the seat, no place he'd rather be
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Than right there beside her, in his mid-life Chrysler
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Got a mid-life Chrysler
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Got her right there beside him
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Chrysler, Chrysler
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Mid-Life Chrysler
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Collin Raye |