So I walk out that lonely truck stop
With my head hanging down
Wondering how in the hell I got myself into this mess
And more importantly how I was going to get myself out of it
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So I wrote a song for you, baby girl
And I hope when I return home
The locks ain't changed on the doors
And there's still a spot for me
On that big ol' California king size bed
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