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    Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends
    All through their high school days
    Both members of the 4-H Club
    Both active in the FFA
    After graduation, Mary Anne went out
    Lookin' for a bright, new world
    Wanda looked all around this town
    And all she found was Earl

    Well, it wasn't two weeks after she got married
    That Wanda started gettin' abused
    She put on dark glasses, long-sleeved blouses
    And make-up, to cover a bruise
    Well, she finally got the nerve to file for divorce
    She let the law take it from there
    But Earl walked right through that restraining order
    And put her in intensive care

    Right away, Mary Anne flew-in from Atlanta
    On a red-eye midnight flight
    She held Wanda's hand
    And they worked-out a plan
    And it didn't take 'em long to decide
    That Earl had to die

    (Na, na-na-na, na, ah) goodbye, Earl!
    Those black-eyed peas (na, na-na-na, na, ah)
    They tasted all right, to me, Earl
    You feelin' weak? (Na, na-na-na, na, ah)
    Why don't you lay-down 'n sleep, Earl
    Ain't it dark (na, na-na-na, na, ah), wrapped-up in that tarp, Earl? Hey!

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    The cops came by to bring Earl in
    They searched the house, high 'n low
    Then they tipped their hats and said: Thank you, ladies
    If you hear from him, let us know

    Well, the weeks went by, 'n spring turned to summer
    'N summer faded into fall
    And it turns out he was a missing person
    Who nobody missed at all

    So, the girls bought some land
    And a roadside stand, out on Highway 109
    They sell Tennessee ham 'n strawberry jam
    And they don't lose any sleep at night, 'cause Earl had to die

    (Na, na-na-na, na, ah) goodbye, Earl!
    We need a break, (na, ah)
    Let's go out to the lake, Earl
    We'll pack a lunch (na, na-na-na, na, ah)
    And stuff you in the trunk, Earl
    Hey! (Na, na-na-na, na, ah)

    Oh, hey, hey, hey
    (Na, na-na-na, na, ah)
    Oh, hey, hey, hey
    (Na, na-na-na, na, ah)
    Oh, hey, hey, hey

    (The Dixie Chicks do not advocate premeditated murder, but love getting even)

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    Composition: Dennis Linde

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