Well it's hard to write a song
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When your three-fourths gone
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And Crazy Legs keeps pickin' on my guitar
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I try to clear my head
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And reflect on what she said
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But the only thing reflectin'
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Seems to be the bar
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A shot of Bourbon
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Never hurt no one
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So I reckon two couldn't do no harm
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Well I know my eyes are red
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And I'm a little bit underfed
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But baby please believe me
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That ain't cause for no alarm
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Chorus
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I'm pleased to meet you
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My name is Lost and Lonely
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That's spelled with one L not two
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And don't you think you
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Could be my one and only
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Baby just long enough
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For me to make love to you
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So tell me what do you see
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Standin' in front of thee
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Oh yes I get poetic when I've had a few
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But Lord I swear it's hard
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When you've been dealt all your cards
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And the only thing you've ever known
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You've done forgotten how to do
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So let's pour another round
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For dreams we never found
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And laugh until the tears fall from our face
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And when they finally send me home
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I can't make that walk alone
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There's just too many memories,
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Another time and place.
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Lost And Lonely
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Hayes Carll |