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I married a woman who talks like Jerry Reed
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God just didn't bless her with the vocal chords she needs
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She looks like Cindy Crawford, but that ain't the way she sounds
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When we make love, I keep hearin' "East Bound And Down"
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I work sixty hours a week, and I bring home my check
She says, No Chord "Son you're gonna have to take me out
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and put some groceries down my neck"
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So I took her to a fancy restaraunt - she looked down her nose and said
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No Chord "Why didn't we stop at a choke and puke, for some grilled cheese sandwich es"
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I married a woman who talks like Jerry Reed
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Oughta be on the cover of Playboy,'cause that body's garaunteed
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She talks just like that guitar man, that crawled out of the swamp
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That Lousiana law gonna save you, when I knock ya in the head with a stump
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She thinks my name is Amos, when she ain't callin' me son
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No Chord "Amos, son, I'm under stress. Let's go somewhere that's fun"
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So I flew her to Europe and spent ten-thousand bucks
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She said, "I'd have No Chord had more fun thumbin' a ride on a overloaded poultry truck"
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I married a woman who talks like 'you know who'
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Got a brand new pair of earplugs, stuck in with Elmer's glue
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Bought all the lamps that K-Mart had, 'cause there's one thing I don't need
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Is to be in the dark with a woman who sounds just like Jerry Reed
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It's hard to be romantic, when she whispers in my ear
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"You got a No Chord long way to go, and a short time to get here"
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She talks like that trucker, whether I like it or not
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"We're No Chord loaded up and truckin', and when you're hot - you hot"
