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Spent my lifetime wishing the waitress would come around
Telling jokes, shootin' pool on the other side of town
When the whistle blows at five o'clock
There's only one place I'll be found
Down at Ernie's Ice House lifting long necks
To that good ol' country sound

And talking 'bout the good ol' times
Bragging on how it used to be
But I've worn out the same old lines
And now it seems nothing's news to me

There's nothing like a steel guitar crying in the night
Nothing like a sawdust floor and a good ol' friendly fight
I'd finally find my way back home
And you'd patch up my face
But that was another time and another place

Now we're talking 'bout the good ol' times
Bragging on how it used to be
But I've worn out the same old lines
And now it seems nothing's news to me

I wonder how I came to be the know-it-all I am
And how the world ever got used to me?

Talking 'bout the good ol' times
Bragging on how it used to be
But I've worn out the same old lines
Now it seems nothing's news to me

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