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it was the salt and the limes on a saturday night that got me feeling sorry for myself
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so i hooked ti late out on the interstate i was lonely an dfeeling like hell
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i dont know why but i allways find your memory when i get drunk
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i just throw in a cd of robert earl keen its a pick me up when im in the dumps
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couse your gone im here its getting late and im running out of beer
well i was upside down so i went up town to find me some piece of mind
i ws 8 beers in ran into a friend we wound up drinking all night
well we talked about the old time we talked about th e down time
then the conversation turned to you
she just shook her head and then she said you should start a new
couse shes gone im here its getting late and im running out of beer
latter on in the night i was feeling alright so i ask that pretty girl to dance
on the way to the floor i couldnt ignore the way she filled out those paintds
lord i must have been crazy lord i must of been gone when i found her lips on my neck
ill never forget what she wisperd what she said
she said your gone im here it getting late and im running out of beer
;your gone im here its getting late and im running out of beer
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