.he slammed the door,
roared out the drive
yellin' he was sick and
tired of trying
I was standing in the kitchen shakin'
countin' all the blues i'd made
and felling kind of guilty
for our fightin'
he said that he was shootin' through
he;d take the train back to bar.
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