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Country Cliche
- My baby treated me bad
- She took all the money we had
- She moved to Honolulu to live with a guru
- She found in a magazine ad
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- Tomorrow the rent payment's due
- My job at the factory fell through
- But I won't dispair I'm gonna pull up a chair
- And do what them songwriters do
- I'm gonna write me a
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- Country cliche, a country cliche
- Cuz I need a hit in a very bad way
- Radio please won't you play
- My country cliche
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- In all my dreams your face appears
- Your pillow is soaked with my tears
- It hurt so today when the man called to say
- Our new bedroom set's in at Sears
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- I don't know just where we went wrong
- I tried so hard to get along
- But I'm not denying it might be worth the crying
- If I could get rich off this song and write me a
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- Chorus
- Now you can write a hit song too
- Just don't put in too much that's new
- And stick to the rhymes
- You've heard ten thousand times
- So we can sing all the words first time through
- And if your true love leaves you cold
- And looking at "Playboy" gets old
- Don't think it's the end, just pick up a pen
- And turn your depression to gold
- And write you a...
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