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Loretta Lynn Writes Em And Sing Em

the last thing I remember that I won't forget in time Got no place to go but crazy out of my mind I've watched him leave with hurt clear out of sight And

Yeah I love him like he wants me to and I know how And it's my duty to know his moods when he gets moody Yeah I give him what he needs and that's why

We used to plan and talk of what we'd do but now you let the bottle talk for you But I still love the man you used to be oh what's the bottle done to

Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man Women like you they're a dime a dozen you can buy 'em anywhere For you to get to him I'd have to move over and

he picks up trash he puts it in a garbage can And that's what you look like to me and what I see is a pitty You'd better close your face and stay out

The man I've got loves cleaned home and he likes to wear the breaches He don't like doin' women things like washin' clothes and dishes You'll find he