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Well, my name is Carp
At almost every bar
From here to the Gulf of Mexico
Yeah, I've taken my time
Getting to know the neon signs
And losing touch with the settled life I've known
'Cause these clothes ain't dirty, a-honey they're just stained
From the honky-tonk lifestyle that I've maintained
And this heart ain't broken, it's just badly bent
And each time I try to straighten it out, I wind up drunk again
Well, my evenings prize winnings
You know they're usually blue ribbons
The kind that are best when cold, and in a can
Yeah, you can win 'em just about anywhere
With an old guitar and a bar-room chair
The lodging's free, if you know how to play your hand
'Cause these clothes ain't dirty, a-honey they're just stained
From the honky-tonk lifestyle that I've maintained
And this heart ain't broken, it's just badly bent
And each time I try to straighten it out, I wind up drunk again
Well, I might cry every now and then
When my lip gets fat, and my love gets thin
But even the highest of lowlife must come down
But I still get along mighty fine
I still spend my nights on chicken and wine
There's always someone to buy me one last round
'Cause these clothes ain't dirty, a-honey they're just stained
From the honky-tonk lifestyle that I've maintained
And this heart ain't broken, it's just badly bent
And each time I try to straighten it out, I wind up drunk again
Yeah, each time I try to straighten it out, I just wind up drunk again
Written by: Joshua Pless Harris
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