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Joe Fletcher
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Florence, Alabama
You're the prettiest bartender In the last bar in the south And I thought you were an angel Until you opened your mouth Put a brown bottle before me For I have a chance to speak You said you think you had a rough one? Boy, wait til this time next week Rearing down the days of summer Never saw the fall sit in Sometimes I pick up a newspaper And just put it down again We were living on that mountain For another month or more Til they tracked me down on Easter Took me straight back to the war Letter after letter after letter I did send Waiting for a mission stuck inside a tin Told you all about my visions Of a wedding by the lake Maybe you never got em Maybe I was too late But everything the captain told us Turned out to be a lie Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Somehow I made it this far But I didn't even try Sick to death of fighting For a cause that's just a shell Bring down the stars and stripes And raise the 50 dollar bill And when the war is over And they drop me off in town Everyone just rolled their eyes When I asked them to be found I hear is name is Billy And he runs a loaded dock Talks to you like a puppy While you're drinking for half price Then not so many days Before used to be And everything now gone Adds up to all that's left of me Should you ever knock on my door baby I won't even know Ever since you changed your mind I'm just not there much anymore
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