There's a curve in the highway, just south of town
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where a man has pulled over to figure life out
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with only his concience and the lonesome sound
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of diesels winding up grade
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he's got a wife and two kids, and they love him so
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he's got a woman down in georgia, and she's startin' to show
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he's damned if he leaves her, and he's sure damned if he don't
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and he wonders how life got this way
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cuase it's a fine line in between right and wrong
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yea he's been crossing over that border way too long
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he should've seen it coming at him right from the start
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now there aint' no escape from a broken heart
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now the call of the highway is a powerful thing
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like the pull of a lover, or a child in a swing
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gave his heart to two women only one wears his ring
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they're both gonna have his babies now
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so how do you confess, what words don't explain
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he never intended to cause this much pain
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now he feels like a farmer who went praying for the rain
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got more than he bargained from the clouds
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[chorus]
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he'll turn his car around tonight, go home and try to face the truth
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everyone involved's getting hurt, now there aint nothing he can do
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[chorus]
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A Fine Line
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Radney Foster |