| I lost my lucky ball and chain
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| Now she’s four years gone
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| Just five feet tall and sick of me
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| And all my rattling on
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| She threw away her baby-doll
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| I held on to my pride
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| But I was young and foolish then
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| I feel old and foolish now
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| Confidentially, she never called me baby-doll
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| Confidentially I never had much pride
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| But now I rock a bar stool
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| And I drink for two
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| Just pondering this time bomb in my mind
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| I lost my lucky ball and chain
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| Now she’s four years gone
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| Just five feet tall and sick of me
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| And all my rattling on
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| She walked away from a happy man
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| I thought I was so cool
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| I just stood there whistling
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| «There goes the bride» as she walked out the door
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| «There goes the bride» as she walked out the door
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| I could shake my tiny fist and swear I wasn’t wrong
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| But what’s the sense in arguing when you’re all alone?
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| Sure as you can’t steer a train
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| You can’t change your fate
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| And when she told me off that day
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| I knew I’d lost my home
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| Confidentially, I never told you of her charms
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| Confidentially, we never had a home
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| But this railroad apartment was the perfect place
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| When she’d sit and hold me in her arms
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| I lost my lucky ball and chain
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| Now she’s four years gone
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| Just five feet tall and sick of me
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| And all my rattling on
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| She walked away from a happy man
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| I thought I was so cool
 | 
| I just stood there whistling
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| «There goes the bride» as she walked out the door
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| «There goes the bride» as she walked out the door
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| «There goes the bride» as she walked out the door |