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small town, big city when i go out at night i wear an alcohol disguise because nobody wants to see the real thing and everybody knows that everybody knows and nobody talks 'bout you 'round me and i guess small town that's how it goes and i should have known by the trail you left leading to me seems there never was a chance with ether(?) set of hands taking its toll on timing i hope you hear this on the jukebox at the bar and it makes you feel as stupid as me when you realize everybody knows that everybody knows and they're looking at you listening to me singing fuck you and your butler
24, 40 or 65 i don't need rand mcnally in my hand to put nashville in my eye 24 40 or 65 heading down to the south side looking for good times 27th and woolston's where you'll find me and my friends there's a bartender in there ask her she'll swear that her life's some townes van zandt song i wonder which one
can't help ourselves in between all those awful things you said about me you could not help but get turned on and it's been awhile but i can always read that smile you tell the story with your eyes we both laugh you roll up a joint and ask you wanna smoke before you go i should go we both know i want to stay and not everything has changed and i just might break my own promise tonight i must admit you turn me on and i just might break my own promise tonight turn down the lights you turn me on
paul williams he calls some girls by last name and others by the first see him at the 700 trying to quench his thirst he's got a cool dog ... name is gus and a blue ranchero with hardly any rust paul williams he's a real sore loser so he doesn't lose on sundays at the tavern they serve food and booze he loves to golf he's not interested in scuba but he'd like to play chess with that hot chick from aruba
can't get you out of my head name that tune at the show then you thought you wanted more but went to sleep on the couch across from me our first kiss your bedroom floor you got up and locked the door and turned the music up a little more the way the streetlamp lit your place just enough for me to see your face and the smile you wore to bed these and other scenes just won't get out my head
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