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CWish I could come home from workin'
CAnd not have her checking my breath
GI'm tired of her turning her questions
CInto the Gettysburg Address
CThere's no reason why she shouldn't trust me
CThe fact that she don't makes me mad
GCan't count all the times that I've begged her
CHoney, just let my past be the past
I used to drink Flike a fish and run like a dog
Done a whole loCtta shit not permitted by law
GPeople called me the Picasso of painting the tCown
I've finaFlly grown up
FI've finally changed
And that someoCne I was
CIs somebody I ain't
But Gshe finds it hard to believe that she's turned me around
GYou know I'll probably die before I live all my
GUp to no good livin' doCwn
GC
CGave up on bringing her flowers
CThat just kept making things worse
GI ain't been guilty of nothing
CBut being the man she deserves
I used to drink Flike a fish and run like a dog
Done a whole loCtta shit not permitted by law
GPeople called me the Picasso of painting the tCown
I've finaFlly grown up
FI've finally changed
And that someoCne I was
CIs somebody I ain't
But Gshe finds it hard to believe that she's turned me around
GYou know I'll probably die before I live all my
GUp to no good livin' doCwn
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I used to cuss lFike a sailor and howl at the moon
I wokeC up some mornings with I-don't-know-who
GBut I never dreamed back then I'd have to pay for it now
GYou know, I'll probably die before I live all my
GUp to no good livin' down C
GYeah, I'd hate to die before I live all my
Up to no good livin' dCown G
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