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By Byrd Tracy, Oh wild Billy told me even I would have a
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By Byrd Tracy, She underdressed for the occasion
She wants to go back home
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By Byrd Tracy, When it rains it pours
And man it's really comin' down
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By Byrd Tracy, written by Wayland Holyfield, Kent RobbinsShe's historyDon't ruin good beer
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By Byrd Tracy, (Bill Anderson/Buddy Cannon/Paul Overstreet)
Baby put your clothes on, put on
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By Byrd Tracy, Well I was really feeling down
I'd really been uptight
About to
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By Byrd Tracy, I left Houston ‘round two a.m. in the middle of
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By Byrd Tracy, Before I die I wanna hit the Mississipi
In a boat
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By Byrd Tracy, You ain't gotta go home but you can't stay here
I
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By Byrd Tracy, You need a man to get lost in
With a
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By Byrd Tracy, There's never been a Texan who's ever been outdone
He'll outbig
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By Byrd Tracy, Used to think that love would be so simple
Just
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By Byrd Tracy, The glasses were all plastic;
Little balls of no-name soap;
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By Byrd Tracy, I was thumbing my way outta San Antone
Saddle on my
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By Byrd Tracy, Well my car broke down outside of town
Up ahead I
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By Byrd Tracy, When we heard that train a comin'
Should've seen old Billy
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By Byrd Tracy, The first thing that I reach for every morning
Is a
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By Byrd Tracy, Tommy and Janey hardly eighteenHoldin' hands at the jewelry storeEyes
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By Byrd Tracy, I hate to say it heart I told you so
You
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By Byrd Tracy, Well I said friend
Don't take her she's all I've got
Please
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By Byrd Tracy, I can't say looking back right now just where our
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By Byrd Tracy, (Kerry Phillips/Casey Beathard)
Well it's Friday evenin' six o'clock
And all my
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By Byrd Tracy, He's driving me out of your mindYou're goin' crazy over
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By Byrd Tracy, All at once here I am in this barroom
Oh and
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By Byrd Tracy, Whenever I go out
Anywhere in town
I look for a crowd
Where
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By Byrd Tracy, Everybody has a gift that’s given to them when they
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By Byrd Tracy, It’s an everyday battle
Just tryin' to break even
No, there ain’t
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By Byrd Tracy, The kind of love that I've been looking forI'm not
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By Byrd Tracy, Little lady standin' next to me, isn't she a pretty
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By Byrd Tracy, You packed up all my clothes
And put 'em by the