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Just another lazy southern Sunday The time is hanging in the air There's a hoot owl softly calling Off in the distance somewhere There's nothing left

I could hear 'em talking as I was laying in that hole With a mountain of trouble weighing on my soul They all stood around kicking dirt on my grave It

They say the only cure for losing a woman Is another woman But I'm not so sure that's true Anyone could look in these eyes and know Got a long way to

(Jon Randall, Ronnie Stewart) I woke up this morning to the humming of the engines Hauling nature's finest from the Gulf of Mexico Ridin' this ol' river

(Jon Randall) Where did all my friends go What happened to my scene Feels like the Memphis Mafia Up and left the king And I've been swimming for redemption

(Jon Randall, Gary Nicholson) My buddies say don't do it There's no way I can win They've seen you put me through it Time and time again Does it make

(Jon Randall, Gary Scruggs) There's a little place I have found Just a few miles outside of this town Blacktop two-lane to red dirt road We can lay back

(Jon Randall, Gary Nicholson) They say the only cure for losing a woman Is another woman But I'm not so sure that's true Anyone could look in these eyes

(Jon Randall) Used to think in circles get all tangled up inside One day I finally came unwound I jumped off the deep end to get a bird's eye point of