| Sitting on the front step, little white suitcase
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| Hearing that diesel, 'fore it hit the front gate
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| His headlights burning down a Friday night
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| Southern bell statue standing in the screen door
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| Watching her whole world head for an old Ford
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| With a man that can’t look her in the eye
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| Then I’ll run to him, big hug, jump in
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| And I cry for her out the window
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| Some mamas and daddies are loving in a straight line
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| Take forever to hearten and take a long sweet ride
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| But some mamas and daddies
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| Let their heartstrings tear and tangle
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| And some of us get stuck in a love triangle
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| Bowling alley burger, fries and a milkshake
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| Headed to the same old two dollar matinee
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| Baby, how’s your school been and how’s your mom?
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| Patsy Cline echoes back off the dashboard
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| Staring at my boots and the dusty old floorboard
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| Baby two weeks ain’t really all that long
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| Then I’ll run to her
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| Wrap my arms around her skirt
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| And I cry for him out the window
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| Some mamas and daddies are lovin' in a straight line
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| Take forever to hearten and take a long sweet ride
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| But some mamas and daddies
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| Let their heartstrings tear and tangle
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| And some of us get stuck in a love triangle
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| In a love triangle, yeah
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Some mamas and daddies are loving in a straight line
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| Take forever to hearten and take a long sweet ride
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| But some mamas and daddies
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| Let their heartstrings tear and tangle
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| And some mamas and daddies ran out of love in '94
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| And some mamas and daddies don’t even talk no more
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| And some mamas and daddies
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| Let their heartstrings tear and tangle
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| And some of us get stuck and some of us grow up
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| In a love triangle
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) |