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It looks everywhere I go always get myself in trouble
Cause the girls I pick on ain't the saintest kind
And I wind up running barefoot to hell and think of clover
Cause the neck I value most of all is mine
That's why I left the blue shirt hanging on the bed post in Seattle
My Levi's float on San Francisco Bay
And I left the Stetson hanging in the hallway down in Dallas
And a dozen pair of boots along the way
Now Betty was a sweet thing I was courting in Seattle
She swore to me she was nobody's wife
But how was I to know she had a boyfriend big as Dallas
And I bid that one good shirt for one good life
That's why I left the blue shirt hanging...
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Now Susie had a big yacht we anch*red in the harbor
She said she was alone at least today
When he climbed aboard I swam for sh*re praying I could get there
Lost the Levi's while I made my get-a-way
That's why I left the blue shirt hanging...
That's why I left the blue shirt hanging...