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Heading Down to WalMart
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I’m still awake at 3am, it’s been so long that I don’t know when The bars are closed and I’m alone my friends have headed home again You might say that I got the blues, but there ain’t nothing else a man can do I guess that’s just what it’s come to, the ropes near the end So heading down to the Walmart, gonna find me a sweet tart I park in my favorite parking spot, and comb through my hair The greeter smiles when she sees me, but she’s as old as an oak tree I ask her where to find the honeys, ‘cause I’m headed there I got tired of the smoky bars, you know I never really got that far I tried my hand at poker night, and lost my shirt and tail Spent Sunday morning in a hard pew, but I never really got through To those goody-goody two shoes, they didn’t fill my sails So I’m hanging out at the Walmart, just shopping for a sweet tart I push around an empty shopping cart, and try to make the sale I help the ladies with the high shelves, things they couldn’t get themselves I drop a line when I get the tell, much to no avail You got your lookers in the checkout lane, always reading those magazines n’ the tomboys in hardware, and the lovelies in ladies wear I didn’t quite know what to say, when they caught me in the lingerie But I think I caught the girl in pharmacy, giving me a stare So now I’m checking out of the Walmart, cause I found me a sweet tart We fell in love and said we’d never part, and traded rings to wear And now I’m filling up on formula, and heading home before the babies up A pack of diapers for a dirty butt, and I’m outta here |