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Well a person can work up a mean mean thirst after a hard day of nothin' much at all Summer's passed, it's too late to cut the grass There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall And sometimes I just ain't in the mood to take my place in back with the loudmouths You're like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with food I used to live at home, now I stay at the house And everybody wants to be special here They call your name out loud and clear Here comes a regular Call out your name Here comes a regular Am I the only one here today? Well a drinkin' buddy that's bound to another town Once the police made you go away And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby now I'll take a great big whiskey to ya anyway Everybody wants to be someone's here Someone's gonna show up, never fear 'cause here comes a regular Call out your name Here comes a regular Am I the only one who feels ashamed? Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes He says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow Turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call First the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snow Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall |
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