Do you wanna wind up in a graveyard?
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Like a number on a scorecard.
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They're gonna wrap you up in corn silk
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They're gonna cry like you were spilled milk.
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You'd better take another Quaalude
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And get yourself corkscrewed.
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I understand that you got cold feet
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But why'd you have to take 'em down a side street?
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I must be dumber than a spit curl
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Ôcause I got hung up on a showgirl
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Now I look like I'm a scarecrow
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I might as well go on a talk show
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CHORUS
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And this ain't home anymore
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ItÕs just four walls and a floor
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Home is where you get the goods for free
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This is just the house that used to be
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Yeah the house that used to be
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You're gonna wind up in a graveyard
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Like another girl who co-starred
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They're gonna wrap you up in corn silks
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They're gonna cry like you were spilled milk
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And in the far off wail of freight trains
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And in the lonely howl of Great Danes
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I hear the girl I lost forever
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I hear the girl I lost forever
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CHORUS
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House That Used To Be
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Old 97's |