Richey Lee was his Father's boy
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Big, loud, Hard-drinkin' bundle of Joy
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A walkin' laugh wrapped up in corduroy
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Richey couldn't do no wrong
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Grew up with a fast runnin' crowd
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Good bunch of boys, just a little too loud
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Can't fault a man for being proud
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Richey kept rollin' on
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Spent his days in a rock-n-roll band
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Tellin' jokes, a guitar in his hand
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Tryin' hard to meet every demand
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Of all of those late-night shows
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Whiskey-drunk on a Saturday night
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She caught his eye comin' out of the light
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Half way there he had to get in a fight
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Back home that's just the way it goes
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Chorus
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Strange days, they leave you in a wonder
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And good times, they don't always stay
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And true love, it will shake you like thunder
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But old friends just fade away
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Old friends just fade away
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Summertime on the river again
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Fishin' poles and a two-dollar grin
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Ain't ever gonna laugh like that again
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Fallin' right to the ground
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Count the miles down to New Orleans
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Borrowed cash and dirty bluejeans
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Couple of boys lookin' for Cajun queens
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Thinkin' they own the town
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But we all left to find work out of town
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Even the wild ones, they slow down
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Richey felt like he was comin' unwound
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Got tired of playin' the game
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Liquor bottles pillin' up before noon
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Richey said he just needed some room
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We all saw the end comin' way too soon
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And man that's an awful shame
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Richey Lee
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Hayes Carll |