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There's a dirty piece of cardboard
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that reads Montgomery Ward
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taped across the window of my old Ford.
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A six-pack on the front seat and a box of chicken wings,
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I'm dialin' 'cross the radio for a song that I can sing
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I'd better change my wandrin ways,
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I know I've seen my better days,
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always gettin' high when I get low.
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Well, I left my soul out in the rain,
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Lord, what a price I've had to pay.
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The storms of life are washin' me away.
An old mail pouch, tobacco sign
fadin' on the barn,
bringin' back sweet memories of Mama's farm/
When love was just a country girl that lived on down the road.
Spoken: you know, she almost had me turned around,
but that was years ago.
I'd better change my wandrin ways,
I know I've seen my better days,
always gettin' high when I get low.
Well, I left my soul out in the rain,
Lord, what a price I've had to pay.
The storms of life are washin' me away.
Yeah, the storms of life are washin' me away.
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Verse 1: (Randy Travis)
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I was ten years old on my grandpa's farm when it happened
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After all these years i can still hear grandpa laughin'
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As he applied that barnyard remedy
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He passed his wisdom down to me
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You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
Verse 2: (Clint Eastwood)
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I remember my first crush was on the preacher's daughter
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We were smoochin' on the front porch swing that night when he caught her
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We weren't expectin' him home until quarter past ten
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When the good Lord taught me that lesson again
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You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
Chorus: (Randy Travis,Clint Eastwood)
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You don't point your pistol before you check each chamber
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And you don't drink no you don't drink when you drive
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It's just ordinary common sense to avoid that danger
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You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
Verse 3: (Randy Travis,Clint Eastwood)
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She rolled into town with rodeo,she was a beauty
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And that cowboy saw you wink at her,she was a cutie
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The sound of jinglin' spurs caught me dead on a run
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He was fit to be tied and you were under the gun
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You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
Chorus
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No,you don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
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You're gonna get stung boy
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