Found that ole tune
on the radio today
though of you, it's been
so long-so long
im glad that your just a bad
itch that i don't have to scrach
yesterdays news, with a bad hairdo
you played the wrong hand, you lost
now im doing alright, sleep good
all night, wake fresh and free
while you, are just a bad dream
whose mama called everyday
Heard that ole song on the radio
picked me up and put me in Idaho
picked me up and put me in Idaho
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