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OH HOW I LOVE TO LOVE MY HEATHER
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By Ed Smith
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accompanied by Guy Prince (Sir Death)
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Now I used to get so drunk, ol'Doc couldn't tell whether I
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was dead or alive.
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Decided to settle down, sose I got married at the age of
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twenty five.
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She had a couple of teeth missing and a bowl hair cut, ooh
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wee.....what a cuute little thang.
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A bow legged bell of the ball, in sixth grade gotsta be at
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least twelve or thirtaane
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Oooh weeee, I love my sweet thang
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Oh I love to love my Heather. I love to love my Heather more
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than I love my pickup, houndogs and my beer all put together.
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Now nine months later, came our first boy by the name of
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Billy-bob.
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And just five months after, along came twins 'bout
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the time that I lost my job.
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We had to buckle down, scrimp and save all our nickles, dimes
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and pennies.
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That meant no more of them romantic dinners, down at the
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local Denny's.
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Ooooh weee, I love my sweet thang
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Oh I love to love my Heather. I love to love my Heather more
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than I love my pickup, houndogs and my beer all put together.
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The pickup would hardly run, the dogs went hungry, but ol'
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Heather never shed a tear.
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I pitched in and did my part, as I had to switch to generic
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beer.
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My gal was lookin' raggy, as all her clothes were just a
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fallin' apart.
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Couldn't wait till I got some extra cash, to buy her fancy
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things from K-MART.
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Oooh wee, I love my sweet thang
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Oh I love to love my Heather. I love to love my Heather more
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than I love my pickup, houndogs and beers all put together.
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Gone down thru' life, not carin' not really knoin' what love
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was about, stickin' together when life got messy, like
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guttin' a trout, not listnin' to Heather when she got fussy.
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Ya see life's kinda funny in it's own way.
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Oooh wee, I love my sweet thang
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Oh I love to love my Heather. I love to love my Heather more
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than I love my pickup, houndogs and beer all put together.
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-30- e to love my Heather more
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than I love my pickup, houndogs and beer all put together.
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