Irene

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Irene pulled in at midnight
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Lit on smoke and beer
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Proudly crawled to the porch and 
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called your favorite child is here
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Ma asked where ya livin'
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And are ya livin' right within?
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She said with fire like a gospel 
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choir, a saint immune to sin


[Chorus]

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Old Irene
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Like a ravin bomb
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She's cuttin' every rug and killin'
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 every jug she comes up on
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Old Irene
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Never lackin' charm
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Said I was feelin' good and in the 
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neighborhood I mean no harm


[Verse 2]

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Irene sat down for supper
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Pourin' visine into her eyes
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To see her tremblin' hand was to 
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Understand some things you can't
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 disguise
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Pa said not for nothin'
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But you don't seem to be quite well
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Irene read back with a smilin' 
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crack how could you ever tell?


[Chorus]

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Old Irene
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Like a ravin bomb
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She's cuttin' every rug and killin'
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 every jug she comes up on
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Old Irene
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Don't believe in pain
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She said to live this life you need
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 a half a pint to keep you sane


[Verse 3]

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Irene said but I ain't happy
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Sometimes I wake up feelin' dead
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And if the sun should shine I 
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close my blinds, pretend there's 
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rain instead
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Took down all my mirrors
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I gave away all my rope and guns
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Drowned the darkest times with 
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some rock gut wine, and my 
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faithful MASH reruns


[Chorus]

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Old Irene
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Like a ravin bomb
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She's cuttin' every rug and killin'
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 every jug that she comes up on
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Old Irene
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Said it's sad but true
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In spite of all it brings it's the 
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only thing that gets me through
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You know it gets me through
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You know it gets me through
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You know it gets me through
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It gets me through
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