Part of the thrill is you think he might die up there You think he might keel over sideways Wouldnt that be something to see And any guy here could learn to sing like this And she might love you But not like she loves me See, I wasnt straight when I wrote that I was carving a name And I was praying that no one was ever gonna love me again And I was late for something Every hour of every day And completely alone somewhere out on the prairie In a truck full of money And when I got home Or even halfway, love I had to call you to figure out where my apartment was And though I know most of my job aint right But you sure dont mind going out every night See, I wasnt straight when I wrote that I was carving a name And I was praying that no one was ever gonna love me again And I was late for something Every hour of every day And completely alone somewhere out on the prairie In a truck full of money Maybe someday well be Closer to what our fathers had Plenty of love never been in Some truck full of money
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