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By Jeff Bates, Lying in jail
I had sank so low
I ask God to
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By Jeff Bates, I'm workin' 40 hours and more if I can get
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By Jeff Bates, If you hear it on the radio
And don't turn it
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By Jeff Bates, I like hot cornbread and sweet iced tea
Homegrown tomatoes and
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By Jeff Bates, I left my keys on the dresser when she left
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By Jeff Bates, I can't help myself
Baby, I've tried and I've tried
But I
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By Jeff Bates, I cant help myself, baby, Ive tried and Ive tried
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By Jeff Bates, Last night as I lay dreaming,
I saw you dear,
And tears
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By Jeff Bates, My cousin Bobby's on the county road
Pickin' up trash for
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By Jeff Bates, She said, "Sir, do you need the instruction manual?
Well,
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By Jeff Bates, Love games are but a hart at play.In the golden
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By Jeff Bates, I make my living with paper and pencil, and an
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By Jeff Bates, My heart felt like a mountain crashing.
A dying victim of
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By Jeff Bates, How long has it been?
How long have you held it
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By Jeff Bates, I love the way your hair lays on your shoulders
And
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By Jeff Bates, Hey baby, I guess you're wondering
What I'm doing home so
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By Jeff Bates, When I need some kissin'
Some womanly attention
I know exactly right
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By Jeff Bates, I was raised to be tough
And stand my ground
To face
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By Jeff Bates, I've seen her give her last five dollars
To a stranger
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By Jeff Bates, MAMA WAS ALOT LIKE JESUS
Written by: Tob Ctosby/Kelly Shiver/Ray Stephenson
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By Jeff Bates, Ah, yeah, y'all listen to this
True story
My in-laws are outlaws
So
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By Jeff Bates, I traded a '57 Chevy for my first guitar
And daddy
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By Jeff Bates, In a crowded room, I wanna hold your hand
Wanna kiss
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By Jeff Bates, The days are endlessly dreary
The nights are painfully long
My pillow
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By Jeff Bates, It says here you're from Houston certified to drive a
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By Jeff Bates, I wasn?t put here on this earth to work like
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By Jeff Bates, Girl, don't leave me standin here goin out of my
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By Jeff Bates, I was born in Alabama, but I never knew my
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By Jeff Bates, I realized, as we were living the red and white
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By Jeff Bates, If there ever was a morning when the fish might