Well you never took my heart,
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When I tried hard to give it to you.
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And I know you can't be true,
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'Cause you wanna be roamin' free. (Free.)
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Now I'm lookin' straight at you,
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An' see you with another man.
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So I take the shot of whiskey,
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So I don't have no regrets.
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Well, I've fallen drunk again:
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I guess she must have got to me.
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I don't need little little woman,
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Getting upper hand on me.
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Now I'm lost an' now I'm broke,
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An' now I ain't got nothin' to lose.
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But I still here an' think about,
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The things we used to do.
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-Instrumental Break-
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Walkin' through the crowwded streets,
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I don't see no-one carin' for me.
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That's all right, I don't need anyone,
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Except myself, you see.
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'Cause now I'm stronger an' I'm smarter,
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An' I'm not like I used to be.
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But I still sit here an' think about,
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The things you did to me.
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Yeah, I still sit here an' think about,
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The things you did to me.
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Things You Do To Me
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| Hank Williams III |
