Stranded Outside Tater Knob

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Well I was raised on a diet of No-Doz, donuts, an' diesel emissions,
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Listenin' to wrinkled old men dronin' on about the weather and road conditions.
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Stayin' five miles ahead of whatever's behind, wonderin' where I went wrong.
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And the strange city signs start to sound like rhymes in a never-ending song.

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Just a one-horse town, no motel or bar
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Just a wax museum, of dead HEE-HAW stars
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You don't look in a mirror, when you're cold and mean
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Well I was stranded outside Tater Knob, with just a Juggs magazine

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Well I was sittin' at a table in a topless bar at the end of Music Row
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Watchin' fat girls strip to Molly Hatchett songs, hopin' their stretch marks won't show
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I spent my last dime on a watered-down drink and I'm headed out for the door
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Before I could kick myself for comin' here, I was already back for more.

N.C.             D                 G
Just a one-horse town, no motel or bar
              D                    G
Just a wax museum, of dead HEE-HAW stars
                   D                             G        C
You don't look in a mirror, when you're cold and mean
           D                                                  G
Well I was stranded outside Tater Knob, with just a Juggs magazine

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My ex-wife ran a whorehouse on the highway out of town,
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they used to give special truckers' rates before the Baptists burned it down.
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She had a tattoo on her inner thigh, said "if you can read this, yer too close".
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We used to drive five miles for the nearest cold beer and bitch about the lives we chose.

N.C.             D                 G
Just a one-horse town, no motel or bar
              D                    G
Just a wax museum, of dead Hee-Haw stars
                   D                             G        C
You don't look in a mirror, when you're cold and mean
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Well I was stranded outside Tater Knob, with just a Juggs magazine
           D                                                  G       C
Well I was stranded outside Tater Knob, with just a Juggs magazine

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