| After one of my huntin', fishin' party weekends
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| I could hardly wait to hold my baby again
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| A man will never see a more beautiful sight
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| Than home sweet mobil home in his truck headlights
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| But except for a cedar deck and cinder blocks
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| All I saw was a vacant lot
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| So I’m drivin' around, all over town
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| Wonderin' where she hauled it away
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| Yeah, she’s on a roll, which way do I go
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| I’ve been through every single trailer park and KOA
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| She’s been mad before, but never this sore
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| You can surely bet from now on
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| I won’t wander from from her lovin' arms
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| If I ever find my way back home
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| Guess my homeless situation is partly my fault
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| For another thousand dollars down I could have bought
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| That house in the country that she loved so much
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| With all that brick and wood there ain’t no way it would budge
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| It’s easy now to figure out where I went wrong
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| But a little harder finding love that’s gone
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| So I’m drivin' around, all over town
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| Wonderin' where she hauled it away
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| Yeah, she’s on a roll, which way do I go
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| I’ve been through every single trailer park and KOA
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| She’s been mad before, but never this sore
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| You can surely bet from now on
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| I won’t wander from from her lovin' arms
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| If I ever find my way back home
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| Yeah, the next time I leave, I’m taking her or the keys
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| If I ever find my way (If he ever find my way)
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| If I ever find my way back home
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| Boy, I’m as lost as an Easter egg… |