ENQUIRING MINDS
© Greg Keeler 1990

Darlin' I'm Sorry

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Darlin' I'm sorry. Please forgive me.
You know I never met to do you wrong.
Great God almighty knows
What keeps you comin' back for more
And lettin' me keep stringin' you along.

Darlin' I'm sorry I sold you to that Arabian fella,
But $250 seemed like a lot of money at the time,
And besides, didn't I buy you back
After you'd damned near beat him to a pulp
And refund that fella's $200 to the very last dime.

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Darlin' I'm sorry I lost you in that poker game the other night,
But I was tryin' to win back my four-by-four, my gun and my truck.
And how was I to know that 350 lb. truck driver
Hadn't been rehabilitated. And how was I to know
He had a thing about tyin' people up.

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