Twenty-five just yesterday
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Partied too hard, slept too late
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Poured water on the frosted flakes
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'Cause the red cap milk's gone sour
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With a pounding head he works all day long
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When he gets off, he don't go home
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Puts on a little glove box cologne
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And heads off to happy hour
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And that's a man without a woman
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Lonely and lost, no use at all, a boat without an ocean
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Talk about somethin' that ain't much good for nothin'
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And that's a man without a woman
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Wakes up and he's 36
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Got a house, two cars and kids
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And the wife left town 'cause her mama's sick
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And she's left him in charge
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Now it's junk food lunch in a Walmart sack
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They're late for school and their clothes don't match
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The beds ain't made and the kitchen's trashed
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And there's toys out in the yard
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And that's a man without a woman
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Lonely and lost, no use at all, a boat without an ocean
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Talk about somethin' that ain't much good for nothin'
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And that's a man without a woman
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Now he's 81 just sitting there
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Next to an empty rocking chair
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And it's been a year he's been alone
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Wonderin' what the good Lord's waiting on
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And that's a man without a woman
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Lonely and lost, no use at all, a boat without an ocean
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Talk about somethin' that ain't much good for nothin'
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And that's a man without a woman
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A Man Without A Woman
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| Trent Tomlinson |
