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Just as long as I can keep a lot a friends around me,
Oh, it helps to keep a worried mind occupied.
I do alright till dark of night surrounds me,
Then I think of her and then I cry.
Lord, theres a cold heart gone and Im stoned at the jukebox,
Playin I cant help it if Im still in love with you.
Cause thats the kind of songs it takes to get all this ole hurtin out,
Lord, I love that hurtin music, cause I am hurtin, too.
Lord knows, I been runnin up and down this ol interstate 65,
I loved in Nashville, Tennessee high falutin woman I tried,
Now Im busted stone flat down in Springhill.
I got nothin but time and the bottles to kill,
Well, I never thought I could ever feel like that.