| Sherry had a pawn shop band of gold
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| A sink full of dishes and a love grown cold
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| Along came a boy, pretty as the devil
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| She took his hand, the whole thing unraveled
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| There’s no turnin' round, it’s broke down
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| Billy took the ring, jammed it in his pocket
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| Drove down town and tried to hock it
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| Down at the bottom of Lake Pontchartrain
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| There’s a love note carved inside a wedding ring
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| Broke down, cracked and shattered
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| Left in pieces like it never even mattered
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| Broke down, torn and frayed, ain’t nothin' left you could give away
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| There’s no turnin' round, it’s broke down
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| Ain’t no tellin' where love goes
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| Maybe down where the black river flows
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| Won’t be comin' back round, it’s broke down
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| Baby in the back seat, and another on the way
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| Sherry thinks of Billy at the end of every day
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| Spends her nights waiting for real life to start
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| Listening to the sound of her double crossed heart
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| Broke down, cracked and shattered
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| Left in pieces like it never even mattered
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| There’s no turnin' round, it’s broke down
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| On the other side of town, two lovers lie still
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| Cigarette smokin' on a window sill
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| There’s a picture locked up in an old suitcase
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| Billy closes his eyes but he still sees her face
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| Broke down, cracked and shattered
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| Left in pieces like it never even mattered
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| Broke down, torn and frayed, ain’t nothin' left you could give away
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| There’s no turnin' round, it’s broke down, broke down |