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| She ha | d a way with all the men in | her life |
| A | |
| every | inch of her blossomed in beauty |
| G | D | |
| and she | was born on the forth | of july |
| Well, she lived in an aluminum house trailer |
| and she worked in a juke-box saloon |
| and she spent all the money that i'd give her |
| just to see the ol' man in the moon |
| CHORUS: |
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| I used to | sleep at the foot of old glory |
| G | D | |
| and | awake in the dawns early | light |
| G | D | |
| but much | to my surprise when i | opened my eyes |
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| i was | a victim of the great | compromise |
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| well, we'd out on saturday evening |
| to the drive in on route fourty one |
| and it was there that I first suspected |
| that she was doin' what she'd already done |
| she said 'johnny would you get me some popcorn |
| and she knew i had to walk pretty far |
| and as soon as i walked through the moonlight |
| she hopped into a foreign sports car |
| CHORUS |
| Well, you know, i could'a beat up that fella |
| but it was her that hopped in to his car |
| many times as i'd fought to protect her |
| but this time she was going too far |
| Now some folks, they call me a coward |
| 'cause i left her at the drive in that night |
| but i'd rather have names thrown at me |
| than to fight for a thing that aint right |
| CHORUS |
| now she writes all the fellas love letters |
| sayin' greetings, come and see me real soon |
| and they go and line up in the bar-room |
| to spend a night in that sick woman's room |
| But sometimes i get awful lonesome |
| and i wish she were my girl instead |
| but she won't let me live with her |
| and she makes me live in my head |