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Low down leaving sun
Done, did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't I see? I'd best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights Keep a-haunting me in memories Well is one in every crowd for crying out loud Why was it always turning out to be me? Where does it go? The good Lord only knows Seems like it was just the other day I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables And generally blowing all my hard earned pay Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes There weren't another other way to be For lovable losers, no account boozers And honky tonk heroes like me Where does it go? The good Lord only knows Seems like it was just the other day I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables Generally blowing all my hard earned pay Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes There weren't another other way to be For lovable losers and no account boozers And honky tonk heroes like me Where does it go? The good Lord only knows And seems like it was just the other day I was down at Green Gables and hawking them tables And generally blowing all my hard earned pay Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes There weren't another other way to be For them lovable losers and no account boozers And honky tonk heroes like me |
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