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You drink one, drink two, drink three Long Island ice teas
But your buddy’s worse off, and he throws ya his car keys
Blue lights are a blinkin’, four o’clock in the morn’,
State trooper makes you wish that you’d never been born

Better Call Saul, Better Call Saul

You wanna tell the world you’re in love with a girl named Fran

That wife of mine, a supicious kind
She says that I'm quite a flirter
But I've been a good boy all of the time
And I wouldn't do nothing to hurt her
She'll tan my hide for spending the night
With Betty Lou or Alice
But I'm sleeping alone in this wreck I own
I broke down south of Dallas

I was born in southland twenty some odd years ago
I ran away for the first time when I was four years old
I'm a freeborn man, my home is on my back
I know every inch of highway, every foot of backroad
Every mile of rairoad track.

I got a gal in Cincinnati, I got a woman in San Antone
I've always loved the girl next door but any place is home

I got a star on my car and one on my chest,
A gun on my hip and the right to arrest
I'm the guy who's the boss on this highway
So watch out what you're doin' when you're drivin' my way
If you break the law, you'll hear from me, I know
I'm a-workin' for the state, I'm The Highway Patrol

Well, you'll know me when you see me, 'cause my door's painted white,

My Baby Don't Dance To Nothing But Ernest Tubb
Written and recorded by Junior Brown

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I got a gal that's mighty peculiar she's got a funny state of mind
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Though she likes all kinds of singers
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It's good to see you baby it's been a long long while
We're both a whole lot older and seen a lot of miles
But thing are different now since the good ol days
And youve been in some trouble
Since we went our separate ways
Well have to say hello maybe some other time instead
Cause youre wanted by the police
And my wife thinks youre dead.

Too many nights in a roadhouse
Too much wine, women, and song
Too many days on the highway
Then I run around all night long
I take a good look in the mirror
In the cold grey light of dawn
Too many nights in a roadhouse
Has run a little good boy wrong.