(Rick Giles/Steve Bogard/Steven J. Nathan)
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We met in a honkey tonk with sawdust on the floor
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But I'm not supposed to hang out there anymore
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You fell in love with a side of me that you called wild and free
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Now that's not the way you want me to be
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It must be nice to walk the straight and narrow
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See in black and white true as a arrow
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But out here on the edge is where I belong
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Walkin' that fine line between ragged and wrong
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I know you think that you can manke somebody out of me
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But the good Lord did that job already, can't you see
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I'm sorry if my rebel ways don't fit into your plan
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But I kinda like me fine the way I am
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It must be nice to walk the straight and narrow
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See in black and white true as a arrow
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But out here on the edge is where I belong
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Walkin' that fine line between ragged and wrong
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I've got my own way of bein' true
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I've got my own way of lovin' you
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If that ain't enough it'll have to do
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It must be nice to walk the straight and narrow
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See in black and white true as a arrow
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But out here on the edge is where I belong
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Walkin' that fine line between ragged and wrong
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Walkin' that fine line between ragged and wrong
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Between ragged and wrong
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Between ragged and wrong
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Between ragged and wrong
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Between ragged and wrong
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Between Ragged And Wrong
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Blackhawk |