It was Monday or Tuesday
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Or one of them damn days
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I was staring backwards from the sun
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Through an unrelenting haze
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I was shaking, reaching for my cup
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Trying to stir my life around
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'Cause I thought I saw my baby
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On the other side of town
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They were just ten and eleven
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And almost seventeen
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She was barely thirty-five herself
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When I turned drunk and mean
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Someone said they seen 'em back
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Why would they come around
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But I thought I saw my baby
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On the other side of town
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Now the drunkard, he will go to lengths
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To justify his state
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But the truth is even one's too much
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When a hundred will not sate
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Like a wrecking ball slung through the lives
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Of all to whom he's bound
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Well, I thought I saw my baby
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On the other side of town
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Well, I thought if I could make amends
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And somehow get in touch
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But then I had to take a drink
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And it was all too much
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I drank the whole rest of the day
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I drank that bottle down
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'Cause I thought I saw my baby
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On the other side of town
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It was Monday or Tuesday
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Or one of them damn days
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They keep comin' ever after
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Nothing changes, nothing stays
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Just a flickering in black and white
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An image with no sound
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And I think I see my baby
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On the other side of town
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One Of Them Damn Days
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| John Hiatt |
