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We don't make a party out of lovin',

We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo.

We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy,

Like the hippies out in San Francisco do.

 

I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,

A place where even squares can have a ball.

We still wave Old Glory down by the courthouse,

White Lightnin's still, the biggest thrill of all.

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He was born in Oklahoma
And his wife's name is Betty Lou Thelma Liz
He's not responsible for what he's doing
His mother made him what he is
 
And it's up against the wall, redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well
He's thirty four and drinkin' in a honky tonk
Just kickin' hippies' asses and raisin' hell
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A show of strength with your boys brigade

And I'm so happy and you're so kind

You want more money of course I don't mind

To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes

And the public gets what the public wants

But I want nothing this societys got

I'm going underground (going underground)

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Happy 40th coming up!!!!! 

 

Thank goodness for the UK artists to get me through the 80s....

 

 

 

 

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You wake up late for school, man you don't want to go
You ask you mom, please? but she still says, no!
You missed two classes, and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

 

You gotta fight for your right to party

 

Your pop caught you smoking, and he said, no way!
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (bust it!)

 

You gotta fight for your right to party

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Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin', man, what the hell happened there?
 
Some were spellbound, some were hell bound
Some they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the melt-down
And their kids were hippie chicks or hypocrites
Because fashion is smashin' the true meaning of it
 
So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun
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Sitting in the classroom, thinking it's a drag
Listening to the teacher rap, just ain't my bag
The noon bells rings, you know that's my cue
I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two!

 

Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

 

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That woman of mine, she ain't happy
'Til she finds something wrong and someone to blame
If it ain't one thing it's another one on the way
 
Woke up this mornin' to the sunshine
It sure as hell looks just like rain
I know where to go on a cloudy day
 
Oh rainy day woman
I never seem to see you for the good times or the sunshine
You have been a friend of mine, rainy day woman
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Heartbreaker
You mean misery maker
Miss Evil
You know you done me wrong
Heartbreaker
You professional faker
Mistreater
I'm telling you so long


H-E-A-R-T breaker look what you done
You broke my heart and away you did run
But now I'm high and dry and out of the rain
So don't come back and try to wet me again

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You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone
You can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone
You can tell my arms go back to the farm
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more
 
But don't tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
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And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend a this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again

 

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