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Woah-oh, don't you worry Don't stress that pretty head I'll write some songs about whiskey, cigarettes And wishing I was dead Now she's hot breathing on another man Scheming about what she's gonna say to me 'Cause she knows I wanted more But now her clothes are on the floor And his hands are where my hands should be And it's too late or maybe it was fate I should've seen it coming all along Because a good girl, well, she can only be good until All that's good is gone, yeah Woah-oh, I don't wanna be home tonight Woah-oh, anybody got a smoke and a light

I wish Id worked on a tobacco farm

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It is a scent from a world of wool coats and oiled saddles, a country-club masculinity with an autumn solemnity