You got none in your pockets
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You got none in your hands
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Well, I don't have to see your eyes
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To know what you're not thinkin'
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And even when you're not the best
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You still try hard as hell
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Well, I saw him walkin' in the alley
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He stopped to wish me well
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And he told me go to California
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'Cause that's where it all sells
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And I knew this girl from Atlantic City
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Full of generality
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All she could do is talk and smile
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But she got the best of me
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And even when you're not the best
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You still try hard as hell
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Well, I saw her walkin' in the alley
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She stopped to wish me well
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And she told me go to California
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'Cause that's where it all sells
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And you find porch on Church Avenue
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You're laughin' at me now
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'Cause you were standin' when I came here
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And you're still standin'
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And when you know you're not the best
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You hope no one can tell
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Well, I saw them layin' in the alley
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I stopped to wish them well
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And you know I went to California
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The Alley Song
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| Lyle Lovett |
