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I never want this night to end |
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Sitting here hanging out with all of my friends |
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Telling stories, too many secrets for one man to hold |
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Catching up on our lives out on the road |
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I came in on the red-eye from Austin |
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And Jackie rode his bus straight in from Los Angeles |
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Reddy said they got busted and it really cost them |
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They'll probably never go back to Charleston again |
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Singing c'mon, singing c'mon though that old red door |
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Know they've seen the likes of us coming in here before |
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Laughin', singin', whiskey drinkin', driftin' troubadors |
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Livin' like its always friday night |
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Behind that old red door |
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Bobby just found out that Shelly left him |
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She said she couldnt stand how he was never around |
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Always played his cards before he read them |
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But he just laughed off and bought the whole damn house a round |
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Singing c'mon, singing c'mon though that old red door |
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Know they've seen the likes of us coming in here before |
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Laughin', singin', whiskey drinkin', driftin' troubadors |
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Livin' like its always friday night |
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Behind that old red door |
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The sun is startin' to peek in through the window |
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Dominoes are face down just like Charley is again |
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My sides are aching from all the bad jokes |
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Its the kind of night that you never want to end |
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Singing c'mon, singing c'mon though that old red door |
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Know they've seen the likes of us coming in here before |
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Laughin', singin', whiskey drinkin', driftin' troubadors |
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Livin' like its always friday night |
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Behind that old red door |
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Singing c'mon, singing c'mon though that old red door |
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Know they've seen the likes of us coming in here before |
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Laughin', singin', whiskey drinkin', driftin' troubadors |
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Livin' like its always friday night |
