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A Hank Williams Night
You’re lonely in an apartment at night
But lonesome way off in a pickup truck
Lonely sitting in an IKEA chair
Lonesome on the tail-gate of an old Ford
Lonely over a glass of single-malt
Lonesome over a Marlboro and a beer
Lonely surfing the channels of emptiness
Lonesome listening to the silence of stars
And either way you hurt; she isn’t there
No, she sure ain’t
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