I'd like to tell y'all a story
  About a friend of mine
  Who liked to drink good whiskey, oh Lord
  And have a real good time
  His woman, you know she left him
  And stole that boy's brand new car
  And ran out of town with a guitar picker
  Said he gonna be a superstar
  Sure you are
  
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  You can't alway trust your woman
  You can't always trust your best friend
  Beware of the ones that you need y'all
  'Cause those might be the ones that do you in
  
  Don't talk no stuff to no slicker
  Don't tell your feelings to your friend
  Don't tell your woman that you love her, because
  That's when your trouble begins
  There are many ladies here among us
  That'll stab you in the back when you ain't around
  There are many, so many of your very best friends
  That'll kick you in the head when you are down
  Yes they will
  
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  Don't you backtalk the police
  'Cause its his job to put you in the jail
  They'll lock you up, boy and throw away the key
  And your best friend won't even go your bail
  There are many slickers here among us
  That are all dressed up in suits and ties
  But don't you show your pain, Lord in front of them
  'Cause if you do you kiss yourself goodbye, alright
  
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