(with George Jones)
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Lord, I quit the drinkin', the smokin' an' the honky-tonk life.
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The day that a ring an' a preacher made her my wife.
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Yeah, an' I said: "I do," but I didn't have a clue,
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How I'd miss all the whiskey an' women.
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I tried to be true, but it's all I can do,
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Keepin' up with the Jonesin'.
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Man, this hectic, domestic lifestyle takes a while to adjust.
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Ah, she don't seem to remember that old rowdy rambler I was.
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'Cause she calls up her friends an' tells them,
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How good I been doin'.
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But the truth is I'm goin' out of my mind,
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Keepin' up with the Jonesin'.
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An' I miss gettin' high, an' stayin out all night,
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With all my old friends.
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An' I miss the liquor, the bartenders,
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The fights, the girls an' the bands.
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It wouldn't be so damned hard,
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If I didn't know what I'm missin'.
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She don't understand, I'm doin' all that I can,
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Keepin' up with the Jonesin'.
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Yeah, tell me what you know about it, possum.
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Whoa it gets so hard when I know what I'm missin'.
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Sometimes I give in, start over again,
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Keepin' up with the Jonesin'.
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Son, I understand, it's a helluva man,
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Keepin' up with the Jonesin'.
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Aw man, Thank you Mr Jones, I sure 'nough appreciate the ride.
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Hey is this, this a new tractor.
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That a satellite radio, air-conditioning, heater.
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Oh, a cooler.
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Keepin' Up With The Jonesin'
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| Jamey Johnson |
