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On a bar stool in a small town
Young troubled beauty who's past was forgotten
no more letters from Nashville wrapped in lenin and cotton
wheres your wedding ring, wheres your bouquet
did he take your dreams, did he throw them away
you can sit by me,we can talk things through
tell me how Kentucky made a mess out of you
pour on the tears, i'll buy you a beer
now don't you misread me,child, im glad that you're here
I won't say a word about your bruises and scars
or about your hell in the back of that car
did he smile at you, did he write you a song
did he drink hard liquor, did he come on strong
luckily, your back where you need to be
where you've got warm shoulders and a family
No thanks, love, i quit a year ago
just one more thing i had to let go
i found my treasure in a little girl
those big blue eyes make up my world
remember when your down,when the hurtin' begins
call me on the phone, im still your friend
but as of now, i 've gotta go
but every now and then,i'll still make a show
bless you, angel who's lost her wings
dont worry 'bout heart break and those petty things
take hold of the bottle but dont hold on too long
it may numb your pain, but it wont right whats wrong
