| Hey, once I was a honky-tonkin talk of the town
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| Riding high up in my bad Chevrolet
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| Had seven pretty woman, Lord, hanging on me
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| A kissing one for every day
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| Aw, but look at me now my women’s left town
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| And a buck is getting hard to come by
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| Yes, I must confess my life’s a big mess
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| I’m so low I could lay down and die
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| Well, you never know just how good you’ve got it
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| Till you ain’t got it no more
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| You never know just how high you’re flyin'
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| Till you fall straight down on the floor
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| All I can do now is just to moan the blues
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| And dream about what I had before
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| You never know just how good you’ve got it
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| Till you ain’t got it no more
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| Yeah, uh huh
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Lookout now
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| Oh, the first time in my ramblin' life
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| True love finally fell in my hands
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| But it’s impossible to love just one
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| With another on the other end
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| Hey, I begged her to stay but she left anyway
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| I lost her and she’s to hard to find
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| What else can I do, some you win, some you lose
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| But I think I lost a good one this time
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| Well, you just don’t know how good you’ve got it
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| Till you ain’t got it no more
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| You never no just how high you’re flyin'
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| 'Till you fall straight down on the floor
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| All I do now is just to moan the blues
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| And dream about what I had before
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| You never know just how good you got it
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| Till you ain’t got it no more
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| Hey, you never know just how good you’ve got it
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| Till you ain’t got it no more… |