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the way you wear your work boots

the way you hold your grey guitar

the way you move your tired body

old enough to be my father

but i’m not thinkin’ along those lines

I ‘m thinking way outside the box

I’m tired of carrying this burden

I need a man that holds my spark

the way you sit and hold your bottle

the way you sing it all comes through

ain’t puttin on ain’t pretending

you’ve been around and you got through

and I could curl up on your long legs

and I could sleep there on your lap

and I could let you hold it all above my head

and I could let you have it all….

and we could sing some songs together

and we could break each others hearts

we better leave these ugly barstools

I think its time to fall apart

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