Young kid stepped in from the cold
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He ordered up a drink
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He said, "Don't look surprised old man
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I'm older than you think."
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If i was the talkin' kind
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I could tell you a thing or two
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And since you didn't ask
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Let me show you my tattoos."
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He said, "I got this rose in memphis
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In some back old alley dump.
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Picked this eagle up in Dallas.
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Man, I sure was good and drunk
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And you know the way I see it
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If it gets any worse out there
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A guy like me hasn't got a prayer."
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The old man poured some coffee
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He said, "This one's on me."
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Set down his cigarette
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And rolled up his sleeve
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"Take a good look here my friend.
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You see what these are?
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Just my ragged old
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and jagged ordinary scars."
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he said, "I got this one in paris
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In a war 'fore you were born.
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And this one when I was half your age
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Workin' on my daddy's farm.
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And you know the way I see it
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Son you ain't seen what I've seen.
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'Cause tattoos and scars
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Are different things."
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He said, "I've been here
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For all these years
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And what I know is this:
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If you look and listen close
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A man will show you what he is.
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You know the way i see it.
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You've been 'round
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But you're still green.
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'Cause tattoos and scars
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are different things."
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Young kid stepped in from the cold
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And he ordered up a drink
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He said, "Don't look surprised old man
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I'm older than you think."
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Tattoos & Scars
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Montgomery Gentry |