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I was following a girl, a Canadian girl
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On a great American trip
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She was thumpin' the bass in an improv group
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On their way to bein' hip
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After a few nights on the bus
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While we stopped to get some fuel
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Her head got small and her rage got big
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And she challenged me to a duel
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In a truck stop there on the isle
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Where they sell those dayglow hats
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I took up with a girl who had
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Eyes like an alley cat
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She took me home, it was her husband's home
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Before that awful factory fire
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But the dead came around that night
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And proved the alleycat a liar
CHORUS:
D
I gotta grow up, I gotta go to work
A
Quit countin' on luck even if it hurts
D
I gotta grow up, I gotta go to work
Bm A D
Even if it hurts, I gotta grow up
BREAK: Bm Em F#7 Bm Em F#7 Bm
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I moved out to the coast, the western coast
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And met an eastern girl
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She was a big shot in the picture buiz
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She wore black clothes and pearls
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She loved what happened behind closed doors
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Then she locked me out in the cold
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She said guys like me are something called a genre
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That's really getting old
CHORUS (2x)
INTRO