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By Neal McCoy, Every night, I'm the life of the party
I turn on
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By Neal McCoy, That song came out back in '62
Way way before there
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By Neal McCoy, In the blink of an eye at the drop of
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By Neal McCoy, Sometimes I get so down, I feel so lost and
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By Neal McCoy, If you're lyin' in bed, you can't sleep
You try readin'
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By Neal McCoy, The Montana night is still
There's a coyote on the hill
Howlin'
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By Neal McCoy, Every now and then somebody calls me on the phone
They
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By Neal McCoy, Hey mister DJ I'm calling you
Now can you play me
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By Neal McCoy, Just like every lock's got to have a key
Every river
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By Neal McCoy, Storm clouds, storm clouds
Used to dog me everywhere I'd go
Time
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By Neal McCoy, The rush I feel right now
Lyin' here this close to
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By Neal McCoy, He held her in his arms that first September
And it
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By Neal McCoy, The bottom of my boots could use some new cowhide
My
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By Neal McCoy, She can light a fire under me
Give me all the
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By Neal McCoy, Some lives roll hard, grow weary and old
From long lonely
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By Neal McCoy, There's nothing like that morning coffee in bed
A big ol'
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By Neal McCoy, Alright, a buzzard took a monkey for a ride in
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By Neal McCoy, '74 Ford truck, rusted out an' beat up
Fire engine red,
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By Neal McCoy, '74 Ford truck, rusted out an' beat up
Fire engine red,
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By Neal McCoy, She says her mind is made up
She's fought the feelin's
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By Neal McCoy, There ain't nothin' like the water
When you're dying of thirst
Nothin'
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By Neal McCoy, My little boy kneelin' by his bed
Hands folded, sayin' his
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By Neal McCoy, You could live for the glory days an' your place
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By Neal McCoy, Friend I can't believe you called me over here tonight
Thinkin'
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By Neal McCoy, I was born dirt poor on a dead end country
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By Neal McCoy, Oh yeah
For three long months it's been cold and gray
Now
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By Neal McCoy, Hearts get broken and walls get built around them
That's why
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By Neal McCoy, My name's Tommy Franks and my daddy's name was Ray
Ray
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By Neal McCoy, Some men are attracted to a pair of big blue
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By Neal McCoy, What started out as small talk
On a bus stop bench