This old bar stool's feelin' higher
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cause I've started sinkin' lower
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the minute that she waltzed
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right through that door
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not long ago I held her
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like a fool I went and left her
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now she's with somebody new
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out on that floor
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And she's got the rhythm
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and I got the blues
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she's showin' me
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how much I had to lose
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with her every little move
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she's tellin' me
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I'm over you
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she's got the rhythm
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and I've got the blues
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(Instrumental)
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Well that music's getting louder
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as my heart keeps beating faster
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as she spells regret in perfect time
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well I thought I wanted freedom
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but that ball and chain I need them
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cause when you choose
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sometimes you lose the prize
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She's got the rhythm
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and I got the blues
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she's showin' me
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how much I had to lose
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with her every little move
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She's tellin' me
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I'm over you
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She's got the rhythm
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and I've got the blues
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Yeah with her every little move
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she's tellin' me
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I'm over you
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She's got the rhythm
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and I've got the blues
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She's Got the Rhythm
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Alan Jackson |