I don't know why you can't buy wine 'round here on Sundays
Or an ice cold beer at a college football game
I don't know why at 18 Mama gave me a curfew
But it was, "Son, you're under my roof, then you're under my rules"
I guess it's all a part of a bigger plan But some of them I'll never understand
* But they got their reasons, just like you
When you walked out of my life when you didn't have to
You send me reelin', there's nothin' I can do
About you takin' my heart and breakin' it right in two
So if you see me soaking in these thoughts I'm thinkin'
Drownin' in some barroom off the deep end I got my reasons
I don't know why them uptown guys sittin' three seats from me
Are raisin' 'em up just as fast as they can put 'em down
Or why that old timer wants the Yankees on the TV
And the barkeep keeps buyin' that one girl free rounds
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Some are good and some are bad Some are true and some are sad
Everyone's got some but I need one That brings you back
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