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Annemarie, my dear, won’t you turn your back to the road?
Annemarie, my dear, won’t you turn your back to the road?
I’m sick of turning you loose and I’m tired of watching you go.
Annemarie, since you’ve gone it’s been bourbon and wine in my head.
Annemarie, since you’ve gone it’s been bourbon and wine in my head.
She said, “Go on ahead, be a drinker, boy, but I’m lookin’ for a liver instead.”
Well I never heard of no modern day heroes;
She said a capable man is enough.
So let’s get drunk off of other folks’ money
And talk about fallin’ in love.
Well you lie like a congress and you dance just like a judge.
Well you lie like a congress and you dance just like a judge.
I can handle the bills, babe, but don’t put a tax on my love.
‘Cuz I got a matchbook and kindling and I’m burning the old maple tree.
I said I got matches and kindling and I’m burning the old maple tree.
You got your coals and your weakness but baby girl, what’ve you given to me?
I got my nights and my weekends, all I need is my sweet Annemarie.
For right now is the time to woodshed;
There’ll be plenty of time to roam.
My heart is just four clapboard walls without you.
Annemarie won’t you come on back home?
Sweet Annemarie, won’t you come on back home?
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