A man came to our house
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I believe it was yesterday
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I would have invited him in
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But I didn't have a lot to say
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His anticipation of me opening the door
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Outweighed my apprehension as it never had before
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And drove my concentration
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Right through that hardwood floor
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I'm taking a walk
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I'm going outside
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I'm taking a walk
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I'm just getting by
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There's a girl in the white house
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I don't even know her name
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Her disheveled appearance
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Speaks volumes of shame
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It's an embarrassing situation
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But a situation just the same
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The way she walks on others
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And never takes the blame
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Upsets my constitution
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Beyond its mortal frame
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Oo-oo a-ha
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I'm taking a walk
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I'm going outside
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I'm watching the birds
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I'm just getting by
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Found a card in the pocket
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Of my worn out overalls
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From a girl in Cedar Rapids
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Now residing in Idaho Falls
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I wish you could have been there
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When she opened up the door
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And looked me in the face
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Like she never did before
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I felt about as welcome
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As a Wal-Mart Superstore
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0o-oo - a-ha
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I'm taking a walk
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I'm going outside
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I'm taking a walk
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I don't need a ride
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I'm watching the birds
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Flying so high
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Taking A Walk
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John Prine |